Creepy Connie Jessie Novels & Stories

He’d fought like hell when they took us. Didn’t matter. Jessica was on my other side, sixteen years old and shaking like a leaf. Tiny sobs kept slipping out of her. We’d just been picking moonflowers. That’s it. Connor offered to help me get some for Catherine, Jessica wanted to learn the herbs. Innocent. Normal. Then they were just… there. Everywhere. Connor shifted fast, tried to hold them off. Too many. Way too many. Jessica screamed. I tried to run. We didn’t get far.

“Dave, I heard Connie wanted to buy a new car. I’m very interested in sports cars as well, so I came over to learn about it. “Connie said that since I helped with the proposal, she’s going to buy me a car too! That’s why she’s teaching me.” I looked at them and snorted. “What do you have to do with the proposal? What have you contributed?” I did not hold back. Pete’s face drained of color as he looked at Connie with pleading eyes. I did not want to see them put on this pathetic act. I flung Connie’s hand away and walked away. Connie seemed anxious. She wanted to chase after me when Pete suddenly yelped in pain. “Connie, I sprained my ankle. Ouch!”

His penis is sticking up while she massages it and sucks on his sack. "This is how you should be waking me up every morning." He grabs my arm so I can't walk away. "Straddle my face, Connie, so I can eat you while you swallow me. If I didn't have to force you, I could be licking your pussy too Cassidy, but you don't deserve that. Not until you figure out how to take care of my needs properly." Connie turns and places her knees on either side of Bryce's head. He growls as he pulls her down so his face is buried between her thighs. She leans over and begins sucking him again, and all I want to do is vomit. They deserve each other. Bryce releases my arm so he can massage her ass, and I slowly m

“Fine, I’ll tell you, but you need to hear me out. Now going off the deep end when you hear the plan. No matter how crazy what I’ll say is.” “So this is serious.” “Unbelievably.” “Hit me with this unbelievable story.” “Last night, Jessie and I both experienced a couple of disturbing dreams. I’ll let her tell you hers first. Mine is a little more gruesome.” Jessie walked in and settled back into her chair. “Hon, would you tell Craig about your visit with the goddess?” “What? How…? Unbelievable.”

When he finally reached Connie Damian yelled at the top of his voice. “Connie, Stop!” At first I thought that he was trying to stop her from running straight into a brushing river but before she even got there, she was blown backwards with so much force as if she had been swept away by a tornado. She fell on her back and as I bought Damian and I shifted into our other forms to approach her, I noticed that there was something in the spot where she had crashed into, it looks like an electric net. “What the heck?” I said out loud, Connie didn't even look phased. I mean she was still Royal alpha blood so maybe I had been a little too worried, but anyone would be if they saw someone get thrown ba

Jealousy gnawed at Connie because she was very obsessed with being able to be with Zack and have him. Connie had the ambition to be Luna, who accompanied Zack, and she had been eyeing Zack's attention since hearing the news that Zack and the three alphas had returned to London. Connie's great hope was to be able to steal Zack's feelings, and she was determined to do whatever it took to make that dream come true, even if she had to bring Emily down along the way.

unless someone tries to harm me, then I will show that person a lesson. Germaine's lower lips could not get any longer. How could Connie be a witch and Dilla had never mentioned it? She decided to gather her roaring thoughts and ask another question. "So. . . I mean, have you and Dilla been together for long?" She knew she had passed the boundaries but she could not stop. Curiosity pulled at her, and she answered its call.

Connie took the used utensils and made her way to the back door. I was grateful for this, for them. Went from one single friend to this circle of women that hadn’t hesitated to lean a helping hand. Just then a quick sequence of barks made everyone turn towards the house. The sliding door was wide open. “I feel like I should go check.” “Relax, Connie can handle her.” The pink drink held a lot of alcohol disguised under all that sugar. “Now, tell me about that man you keep hiding from?” “What?” I panicked and jumped almost knocking down my drink.

She turned her head left and right, attempting to trace the sound, but this only resulted in strengthening her headache. "You should take it easy, sweet girl; you don't want to hurt that pretty face you got there!" The voice was deep but smooth, and it made the hair on Consuela's neck stand to attention. "Who's there?" Consuela's voice croaked as she shouted. "Well, well, well. Our little Jumbie Queen sounds so afraid. Tsk tsk tsk. Now we can't have that, can we ladies?" A shrill collection of cackles cascaded the air, and this prompted Consuela to jump to her feet and run. The surrounding trees swayed as the spirits of the giggling voices playfully trample through the air Consuela knew thes

Is this mystery person your boyfriend aunt Lucille? "Wait. Wait a minute." She turned to the moping girl. "Connie, what's wrong?" Connie shook her head. "Come on. Tell me." Connie kept quiet. Everyone in the room was looking at her. "You're not the only one. Do any of you want to say something? Everyone else has questions." No one said a word. Connie sighed. "You wouldn't have time for us anymore." Lucille's forehead creased. "Is that what you guys think?"