Creepy Connie Novels & Stories

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!

causing Connie to jerk her head toward Ariana, she whispers "I want to ask a favor, but I don't want you to be reminded of my cousin whenever I am around you." My adorable mate stands up and walks around Jeremy, pulling Connie into a hug she tells her "First of all, you are nothing like Sophie and please trust I only see YOU when you speak." "You are my third in command, please never be afraid to come to me with anything!" My chest swells with pride, the Goddess surely got it right when she chose my Ariana as the white wolf's vessel. Connie became animated, it was hilarious to watch! I look at Jeremy, laughing "She is as excitable as our Luna!" And Jeremy grins like a fool, saying..

The air was thick with tension as everyone's eyes darted from Connie to Sophie, who was throwing up at a corner. Connie scoffed, standing up as if trying to look superior to Agatha, "You must think that we are as stupid as you are or perhaps Desperate, huh? Attempting to marry off your pregnant, worthless daughter to my son. What's wrong? Is the almighty Agatha Rowling scared of the idea? It's not as if it would be a new scandal to your family. You already have one illegitimate in your family, or perhaps you think my son can't do better because he is crippled?" Connie snapped, her anger riling upp

Connor eagerly picked up the document, glanced at it, and turned pale instantly. Celia could not help crying again. After Celia left, Connor stood at the autopsy room entrance for a whole night. He wanted to go in countless times, but he held back. He muttered to himself, "Clarisse, do you hate me? But you killed Audrey first. Do you think I will be sad if you die? Oh no, this may be one of your tricks too. You teamed up with them to deceive me, right?" No one answered him after he finished speaking. He stared at the autopsy room, his eyes dark.

He spat and yelled at Connie, “Stop acting like you’re so loyal! If you truly loved him, would you have slept with me so shamelessly? “Since you knew how powerful his family was, why did you offend him? You’re just stupid and greedy! “You’re nothing now! I should be the one drawing a line between us so that I won’t be dragged into your mess!” After that, Pete ran away from Connie. Connie was left alone in the empty basement. She leaned against her car door and slowly slid onto the ground. She sobbed loudly. Connie did not know how she managed to drive herself home. She ran two red lights and almost got into an accident. She stumbled to the apartment complex but realized it was a mess.

Connie noticed Brayden’s reaction, panic flickering in her eyes. She blinked, trying to conjure tears. Her manoeuvre didn’t escape Alessia’s notice. In her experience, it had been Connie’s go-to response to feign weakness when confronted, attempting to appear delicate and pitiable. Her vulnerability often elicited sympathy, even from women. ‘Connie,’ Veronica’s tone was sharp. ‘Drop the act! You brought the champagne that night. You are the only one who could’ve drugged it. Admit it!’ ‘I did bring the bottle, but I drank from it too,’ Connie muttered. ‘We all had quite a bit to drink, and then Brayden and I...It was a mistake. I didn’t want—’

My brother needs the money to study, so I have to work hard to pay for his school fees. On the next page, Connie's handwriting started to tremble. 'I was raped by the owner of the residence today. Adrian, what should I do?' 'Adrian, where are you? Can you quickly come and save me?' Probably because it was her mother's diary, Hilda was in grief and indignation. Connie was actually raped!

’ They stomped down the passage to their respective rooms, complaining about their mother’s antics, recalling previous malheurs. Time to phone Dee. Until she agreed to meet me, it was all much ado about nothing. Her mobile gave a ringing tone. A good start. I hadn’t used the number in months. She saw my name on her screen and squeaked, ‘Connie, how are you?’ in that armour-piercing voice American women have perfected. She had obviously gone native. We did the pleasantries and then to business. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Baltimore.’ Stunned silence.

Connie asked batting her brown eyes as she tucks a piece of her curly chocolate brown hair behind her ear. "No, thank you. I'm good." Jade said without making eye contact with her. "Oh come on. Just a teeny tiny drink?" Connie begged and my blood began to boil. Irritaion began to roll off of Jade and I decided to step in. "Connie, was it?" I ask. Connie flirtatiously nodded her head biting her bottom lip. "Well, Connie, Jade said 'no thank you'. Plus he also has a mate and it would be inappropriate."