Creepy Connie Novels & Stories

Yeah, me too. "Yeah. So just have a little hope, okay?" I pressed, and Laila immediately cut in, "Or not. I can't imagine anyone would actually show up to watch a rude freak like you anyways." She stuck her tongue out at him and made to walk away. Connie acted unconcerned at first, like he was going to watch her walk off, but then I saw his leg stick out and she tripped over it, almost landing face first to the ground. With a speed I had never experienced before, I stepped in and grabbed her arm before she could actually reach the ground, pulling her up.

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."

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!

“You’re going to make everyone cry.” “Maybe,” I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. Then I heard his voice. Across the parking lot, Connor leaned against his car, backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling like the world belonged to him — or maybe like I belonged to him . “Hey, Sparrow!” he called. Chelsea and Laila stopped in mid-step, eyebrows raised. “Sparrow?” Chelsea whispered. “It’s… a thing,” I muttered, cheeks heating. Connor waved, grinning. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

Don’t be a creep Con. I lock up and ensure Roxie is settled before heading back into my bedroom. She is still there in the exact position I left her in. Her chest is rising and falling softly as she breathes. I climb into bed next to her and put my phone on charge. As it plugs in the screen illuminates and I realise that I have a few missed messages. D: Connie bear! Where hav u gon? I need to tlk 2 u. I miss u Connie! I no u would rather have me then the trash ;)

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I have three mates, actually, and I left them because they were assholes. Please don't kick me out," I said, and he smiled at me. "Don't worry; my cousin has magic; he can numb the connection so you can live freely without pain. They won't feel you, and you won't feel them when with other people. He has done it a couple of times. No need to be scared about it. I am glad you were honest with me, Annika." He said, and I cringed because that wasnt my real name.

“Werewolves do not exist, baby girl. If that man invited you to his house then that’s a good sign, keep up the good work and you’ll be in his bed soon.” I did not want to be in bed with a wolf! He was going to eat me alive. “Hi, Al, can you run an errand for me?” Connie's voice suddenly interrupted us. She was the owner of the daycare and was always at her house. She only came out to ask for favors or to spy around and go back to her den. “Okay, where?” “Don’t worry the driver will take you, I just need my stuff fixed,” she handed me a heavy bag and I didn’t even check to know what was in it, till we were parked at Elektro software and hardware. Goodness, what were we doing here?

His Jeep was loaded down when he made his way to the cabin where the rogues had Connie tied up. “You don’t know how much this turns me on, Walker.” “Fuck off, Connie, you’re about to take a little visit to the cemetery or Temperance, which one ya want?” Connor sighed, “As much as I’d love to take credit for trying to kill little miss fucking sunshine, I didn’t get to her first.” “How am I supposed to believe that?” Connie laughed, “I would have done it right the first time and the bitch would be dead. ” “You don’t have to be like this,” Walker said, “Tell me what you know.”

’ 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.