Looey X Connie 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.”

“How’s life? Still chasing lost causes?” Elliot let out a low laugh, the sound almost dangerous, but he didn’t take the bait. “Actually, I’ve been pretty busy,” he replied, his eyes flicking to me for a second before returning to Spencer. “In fact, I brought someone you all should meet.” He gestured, and a guy stepped up—tall, wavy brown hair, blue eyes that seemed to scan everyone. “This is Connor O’Brien. My new assistant. He’ll be working with me from now on.”

"Look, I admit, I may have caused unnecessary worry. But knowing I might not dance again really threw me for a loop, so I went drinking at Crush, took a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have, and went to Andrei's place—" A collective gasp swept through the room as everyone slipped into utter panic. Everyone except Liam, Holly noticed. Andrei had done a good job of giving him a heads-up last night. "My baby," Lois broke into tearful sobs, wailing dramatically. "Oh, my baby!" A shell-shocked Eden handed her the box of tissues Holly was pretty sure was meant for her. "As I was saying," she continued, ignoring her mom's unbearably loud sniffles. "I went to Crush, did a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have,

Now see here, Miss Ryder—' But Connie wasn't listening. Instead her big dark eyes were fixed on a fluffy white puffball nestled in an inside pocket of Brand's jacket. When the puffball started to squirm, and extended a black button nose, she let out a howl of delight that caused a passing and presumably deaf old gentleman to smile benignly, and his female companion to wince. 'You've got a puppy!' she cried. 'Oh, he's so cute. Daddy, is he for me? Is he really?'