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 didn't receive any calls from Jasmine for the following two days, as if she was once again distracted with Vesta. Connie began to have a temperature late at night. With haste, Charlene closed her book, grabbed her vehicle keys, and ran out the door. Up until that point, the rain had continued all day. Connie was a resident of the ancient town. The streets were deserted at this hour. To get some medication, she went to a drugstore close to Connie's house. She went back to her car, and a tall figure slid in as the passenger door banged open. Charlene felt her heart skip a beat. She turned to see a black revolver aimed at her. "Don't move."

Norman broke the awkward silence. "Nathan tells us you know a lot about relics and artifacts," he said. "I find it quite intriguing. I have kept up to date on all the publication and papers and such on the matter." Cassie said relaxing a little. "Are you afraid of spiders?" Jacob asked her. "Why would I be afraid of a spider?" Cassie asked. "How about a really big spider?" Jacob asked. "What does size have to do with being afraid or not afraid of an innocent spider, I believe your talking in riddles, Mr. Jacob. I'm not afraid of spiders, rats or even python’s," Cassie laughed.

A chill ran down Connor's spine, his hair standing on end as he stumbled back in disbelief. "Who… Who put this disgusting thing in the well?" His chest heaved, each breath sharp and ragged. "Where's Clara? Find her! Does she think she can escape punishment by tossing a fake corpse down there? Bring her to me now!" I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his words. My body was right there. Where exactly did he expect to find me?

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him away from her.” “I think I have an idea,” Connie said with a devilish grin, leaning forward conspiratorially. Sky turned toward her. “What kind of idea?” Connie leaned close, whispering into her ear. What she said made Sky’s lips curl into a smile. “That’s a great idea. But are you sure it’ll work?” “I’m very sure,” Connie replied confidently. “A hundred percent. Just like last time.” “Alright. How do we start?” Sky said slowly, determination carving into her face.

Connie was furious when she heard that. It was really because of this woman. Connie had done research on Harley and she knew that she was a coquettish beauty who sold her own body. She would never let her marry into the Lomax family and only allowed her son to play with her. Never did she expect that she had played her son to death! This woman deserved to die! “Go to hell and accompany my son!” said Connie coldly. Harley was badly frightened and tried to flee. Brayden, who was standing at the side, grabbed her neck right away.

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.'