Connie X Looey Novels & Stories

Now see here, Miss Ryder—' But Connie wasn't listening. Instead her big dark eyes were fixed on a fluffy white puffball nestled in an inside pocket of Brand's jacket. When the puffball started to squirm, and extended a black button nose, she let out a howl of delight that caused a passing and presumably deaf old gentleman to smile benignly, and his female companion to wince. 'You've got a puppy!' she cried. 'Oh, he's so cute. Daddy, is he for me? Is he really?'

Haha. Her creepy laughter made Alessia’s hair stand on end. ‘What? That’s a lie.’ ‘Nah. You are the liar here. You and Brayden, big fat liars.’ ‘I don’t believe you.’ ‘Like I care.’ Connie snorted. Her eyes were still closed.

“Don't worry... We used protection. Plus, it was pure sex... No love involved,” “Connie!” Casey and I said at the same time... And Connie burst out laughing, occasionally wiping tears from her eyes. Casey didn't find it funny, neither of us did... We didn't even have any idea what was so funny. “You guys are hilarious! You should have seen your faces!” and she laughed again. “I wouldn't sleep with your friend Casey, even if I wanted to... Not that I want to, I'm just saying,” her laughter finally died down.

Loo smiled slyly, "Hello, Mrs. Anderson." Loo's eyes gleamed with mischief, one that was very disastrous.

Connie said, firmer this time. But her voice wavered just a fraction. “Morning, bitches. What are we gossiping about?” Hori said as she wandered in frowning. “Nothing,” Connie said quickly. I smiled wider at Hori. “Just getting to know our resident matchmaker. Connie’s a pro at pairing people. Maybe she can help me and Roderigo climb the rankings.” Hori snorted. “Good luck. Kyrian and Connie are bottom two right now, but they’re cute together.”

Ariadne asked again, visibly annoyed at Connie’s sudden arrogance. Connie let out a wicked laughter. “Ohh, my little precious innocent cutie crush, you don’t know what you did, do you? How can you know? Do I look like those fools who you can deceive with your innocent looks? Save the pretense for those who need it” She sneered.

****** Cole finally had the chance to talk to Connie - as one of the oldest elders in the village, she would have an inkling as to who had leaked the pack's information to Abe. But Connie's face fell into a solemn expression and she grew silent. Sensing something wasn't right, Cole asked gently, "Is there something I need to know?" She swallowed hard and then her usual cheer was back in her face. "Nope. Nothing. Who do you think it was, Cole?" "Him." The old werewoman was staring back with careful eyes. Cole recognized the expression - Connie wore this whenever she wanted to hide something. True enough, Connie flashed an innocent smile and asked, "Who?"

she smiled thereafter. Connie took this chance to take a closer look at Viola's face. There wasn't any trace of weariness on her evergreen appearance. She undeniably had a natural glowing mien. Connie was tempted to draw her face closer. Those lips were calling for a company. She was starting to breathe heavily, fighting the turmoil of sexual urge within her. Just then she moved her head an inch closer, Viola deliberately moved her head downwards as well. Connie just rolled her eyes in retreat.

“Why are you smiling like that, Connie?” “I found the love of my life,” Cornelia said, eyes glittering. The rest of the group turned to her, baffled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alejandro muttered, unimpressed. “I met him! He’s a Nigerian prince. His name is Mussa. Look how handsome he is!” she said proudly, flashing his pictures on her phone. Laughter erupted instantly. “You can’t be serious,” Ryan said, nearly choking. “That’s obviously a scam,” Suhee said.

Seth chuckled,“I didn’t get these powers. Maybe I should sit this one out! I got word from Brett about everything. For what it’s worth, congrats! ” Walker nodded as he jumped over more dead or dying bodies. He couldn’t see Roxie anywhere, but he could smell her and she was alive and well. He had to find his father and Maddy. “Going somewhere, Walker?” A familiar voice sounded behind him. Connie. “To find you, actually… Looking good for a dead chick, Connie.” Connie smiled, but something was off–way off. She didn’t care that Walker was saying these things, she knew they were true.