Creepy Connie Novels & Stories

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

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.'

For a moment she was paralyzed with fear as it dawned on her that she was no match to this stranger her fate was now in his hands. ‘Tell me something, for how long did you think the truth was not going to come out that you kidnapped and killed my brother…huh? You bitch was it not enough that you empted his accounts and destroyed his marriage? I told you I will get you, didn’t I? I am going to cut out your cookie that caused all this madness, slice it into small pieces and feed to the dogs. By the time I am done with you, you won’t be having a pussy anymore.’ Nick growled Connie woke up with a start and standing besides her was her mother shaking her up from her sleep. She sat up abruptly, he

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?

Gathering firewood from around the place, they had made a small fire to cheer up Connie who was a newbie. Connie was 13 years old, and she was from Finland. She had arrived at the school a few days ago. Her parents had come to know about her pyro-kinesis abilities when she was just 11. Against their better judgement they had decided to keep this a secret until recently, when Connie, pissed at one of her schoolmates had started a fire. When the Agency came to know about the event, Allen was asked to intervene and bring her on-board. Connie being the only child had almost suffered a breakdown. She could not bear the thought of living away from her parents and siblings. On the day in question,

Connie smirked, then turned around and stared around the house, “Did that stupid father of yours finally pass away? That's such a relief. I hated that man.” “Connor, please! I beg of you, leave!” Lucas pleaded. “Alright, I will leave.” Connie stated, “But first, you'll have to give me your razor. As you can see, I really need to shave, and a change of clothes, and food and money.” “You're a fugitive. I can't help a fugitive!” Connor's jaw tightened as he glared at Lucas, something deadly flickering across his creepy-looking eyes. “Alright, fine.” Lucas finally said, knowing that nothing good would come out of antagonizing Connor, eager to get him out of here. “The bathroom is that way.” He p

"From the very first time you brought Winnie to a business dinner and made me drink on her behalf, I started looking into you. You've really let me down, Fred." I pulled out my phone, tapped on a video, and held it out in front of Connie. On the screen, Fred cradled a newborn in his arms, his face soft and tender with affection. Next to him, a young, pretty woman was leaning against his shoulder, smiling sweetly. The background was clearly the apartment at Goldbridge Residences. Connie watched the video, trembling all over. The last sliver of hope in her eyes shattered. Then, she suddenly scrambled up from the floor and lunged—not at me, but straight at Fred.

Connie laughed insanely before she got up her seat. " So my own son is now threatening me, just because of his own shortcomings. You actually still believe that I'm capable of killing my own husband, and for what? Wealth? All the money that you all are enjoying here, yet I didn't fight for a single cent. Drusilla must have done a good job in the last seven years, raising a dog rather than a man. " I'm very ashamed of you Asriel. I should have never picked you up from the slums to raise you as my own," Connie said angrily before she made her way out.

Agnes berated me, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Are you alright?” Connor asked, bending over me. I put up my hand, unable to form a coherent sentence. He handed me a glass of water. When I finally found my breath, I said, “Dude, next time if you want to cop a feel, just give me a heads-up, okay?” “Cassandra Browne!” Agnes gasped. Joel uttered a sound of dismay sounding like a deflating tire. Connor chuckled, but a reddish tint spread from his neck to his cheeks.

****** 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?"