Creepy Connie Jessie Novels & Stories

“I sense it’s a weird one.” Connie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. “A very weird one and a long one. I shouldn’t speak about them when they are clearly trying to eavesdrop on our conversation.” Tyler rose his right brow and gave her a cocky grin. “Then, let’s get out of here.”

****** 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?"

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."

“You’ve talked to him a hundred times.” Still, this was different. By the time headlights swept across our driveway, I nearly jumped. My dad called from the kitchen, “You going out, Em?” “Yeah,” I said, grabbing my small purse. “Just a movie.” He smiled knowingly. “Be back before ten-thirty.” Outside, Connor’s car idled in the soft orange glow of the streetlight. He stepped out when he saw me, dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy — effortlessly perfect.

She was clutching the pink flowered quilt as if she expected it to be ripped from her fingers. 'It's OK, sweetheart,' he said. 'Nobody's going to get you. I won't let them.' He crossed the room in two strides and sat down on the edge of the bed. 'Did you have a bad dream?' Connie nodded, rubbing her fists across her eyes. 'I—I guess so. There was this big yellow-eyed monster—with ears like mine used to be. And it wanted to steal my new ears—' 'Hush, sweetheart.' Brand put his arm around the narrow shoulders as Connie's childish treble rose in renewed panic. 'There's nothing to be afraid of.'

Her almond-shaped eyes exploded with a biting chill as her body surged with a murderous aura! This damned guy was eyeing her figure! Hooligan! Simply a scoundrel! Connie could not tolerate Fennel’s suggestive eyes sweeping over her body and how he was constantly commenting on it. Boom! A crisp explosion! The floor tiles under Connie's feet crumbled due to the aura flowing from her body! This small action caused everyone in the hall to gasp aloud again! Oh my! Was she still human? How strong were those legs of hers? The woman might look charming and graceful, but she was also a vicious character!

We could all be in danger! But that was probably just me being paranoid, overthrowing the entire situation. Their place has heavy security. How could someone have snuck in? It turned out to only be Connie, making an attempt to sneak out of the house if I'm not wrong. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white top and a denim jacket hang on her shoulders. A simple outfit that still looked great on her. Her hair was in a messy bun, with some loose strands hanging from her forehead, making her look super cute. I sometimes really envy her beauty.

Tyr was equally speechless at Dickson’s slow-wittedness. At this time, Connie walked towards them. She looked sort of glum, and it seemed like something was troubling her. “What’s wrong, Connie? Did someone bully you?” Dickson asked at the first opportunity. “No.” Connie shook her head. “It’s just that I have a doubt that I haven’t been able to figure out.” “What sort of doubt?” Tyr also stared at Connie with puzzlement. “What do you guys think is hidden behind that bronze door?” she asked. Tyr was speechless again.

Connie is 28, he’s passed the time of competing testosterone. Connie gets his underwear from Kay and starts to complain. “It’s his fau… fault, Damy, this fucking br… br… brat stole my underwear? Can you smell the stin… stinking horses?” and he waves the underwear with the tips of his fingers, he started to stutter, soon not even I will be able to get Connor off Kayden. Kayden’s look of fake innocence makes me want to join Connie and punch this brat, what a spacious guy!

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.’