Connie X Ginger Novels & Stories

“You’re going to make everyone cry.” “Maybe,” I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. Then I heard his voice. Across the parking lot, Connor leaned against his car, backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling like the world belonged to him — or maybe like I belonged to him . “Hey, Sparrow!” he called. Chelsea and Laila stopped in mid-step, eyebrows raised. “Sparrow?” Chelsea whispered. “It’s… a thing,” I muttered, cheeks heating. Connor waved, grinning. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

I admired his red hair that fell on the side of his face from his head warmer. I dropped a few notes in his case and stood there while his sang. Whispering the only words my brain could form, "Ginger." Yay!!! They finally met What do you still think of Emily? Do you guys like his description? Let me know I hope you enjoyed this chapter

But you and I are still friends, aren't we? Connie shook her head. 'You were kissing Mommy,' she accused. 'Your mommy and I are good friends,' Felix blustered. He glanced at Isabella for support. Dazed, she tugged at the bottom of Brand's sweatshirt. Somehow she had to pull herself together. Connie needed reassurance—and she needed it fast. 'Uncle Felix was giving me a goodbye kiss,' she explained. 'Friends do that sometimes.' 'Not on the lips.' Connie, as usual, went straight for the jugular.

I smile, as I lead her on a path through the crowd that will intersect Chris and his wife, just before they get to the bar. "Chris!" Connie says. "What a pleasant surprise!" She's amazing, reaching her hand out towards his wife. "I'm Connie." She says. "I'm Melanie, Chris' wife." She says, extending her hand, while her eyes roam over Connie's sexy body. "Why Chris!" Connie admonishes him. "You never told me you were married." I can't believe how well she's handling this. "This is Don." We shake hands all around, Chris is obviously uncomfortable with this, but Connie and Melanie carry on their conversation.

Cath and me wanna see this. The new team came through the kitchen swing doors. ‘Not so fast, Mave,’ I protested. ‘I need to get Abe here dressed as a woman.’ I heard Abe draw breath, but before I could say anything Mave was after him. ‘Shuttup, Abe. You got no say in this! What’s your name, mam?’ ‘Connie.’ ‘You got four hours to get him dressed, Connie!’ ‘But no clothing. He is so much taller than me – about your height actually. And we still need dinner.’

I tried to walk faster to get away from her, but she held on tight, dragging me toward them. "Hey, guys!" I called out, my voice sounding desperate even to my own ears. "I need to tell you—" "Hi! You must be the Five Stars!" Ginger interrupted, stepping right in front of me and letting go of my arm to strike a pose. She didn't give me a second to breathe. "I’m Ginger. Christa’s cousin. She’s told me so much about you all. Fiona, right? I saw your Instagram—your bone structure is literally made for the runway. We have to talk, I know a manager in the city who is looking for exactly your look."

It was fall… It won't be long until they lose their leaves. She asked Mrs. Taylor for a small hoe and dug out a big piece of ginger from the ground. She then held it in her hand and walked over to Conrad. “Give it a smell.” Conrad looked at her. The ginger was still covered in dirt and she didn’t care how dirty she got. All this so that she could smell the ginger. “Smell it?” Conrad gulped and said earnestly, “I just can’t differentiate the smell of flowers. Ginger is a type of herb.”

The awkward moment was when our eyes met and we just looked at each other, before I tore my gaze away from him. I learnt that my partner's name was Peyton, but people called her Ginger, obviously because of her gorgeous hair. Ginger was indeed pretty with her red hair and tanned skin. Her bright brown eyes and the genuine smile that was always plastered on her face made her look even more prettier. She pretty much resembled the female lead from the animated movie, 'Brave.'

Ginger, Hazel's younger sister, was already at the venue, psyched about what she was about to watch. Ginger was barely nineteen and had gone into heat only once so far. When she slicked a few weeks ago, only Callum and Simon were in town. Callum had her all to himself for three full days, but Ginger wanted Alpha Kane to use her and knot her the next time. A small, excited smile curved her lips as she pointed the incoming Alphas to Hazel. She eyed the Alphas with a flirty smile while Jade fumbled under their gaze, grabbing Hazel's arm. Alpha Kane cocked a brow at Hazel while the twins flashed slow, sinful smiles at all of them.