The Promised Neverland Connie Novels & Stories

The people behind Connie also wore the same logo and some were the Damien's that the Bowen brothers met before. Connie gave a cold smile, but did not seem to loosen her grip at any moment. "Are you trying to take advantage of me, Connie Jordan? I'm now standing right in front of you. Do what you can!" Oliver also seemed to realize something. "Connie, you are the Connie?! You?!..." His words instantly shocked the entire Damien Family. When did Connie become Connie Jordan... Now, everyone started to remember Connie's vague explanation of her whereabouts over the years when she first returned, she explained that she was mining in Africa.

' He threw a significant glance at Isabella, who looked away. Connie gazed up at him anxiously, and started to scramble off his knee. 'You won't kick me, will you?' she asked as her feet hit the floor. Brand shook his head. 'I promise I won't. If you promise not to do it again.' 'I promise.' Connie nodded solemnly, and the stern planes of Brand's features softened. He reached out to smooth back a length of the glossy brown hair that had fallen in front of her face.

And Connie… Wait a second. Did Connie know that Nigel was going to abduct her? That thought a chill down my spine. Now that I thought of it, it seemed unlikely for Nigel to abduct me out of Ever Moon Pack without somebody’s help. How did he pass all those checkup points? How did he explain a living person in his truck to the guards? And Connie did ask me to leave with Nigel repeatedly many times. Why did she want me gone so badly?! Or maybe I was simply imagining things that didn’t exist. It didn’t make any sense for Connie to help Nigel…

I was about to head toward the side of the stage when a faint voice called out behind me, soft but slicing right through the happy hum of the event. “Clara.” Ella. I turned slowly. “Beautiful event. The children look so proud of themselves. It’s… touching.” I swallowed hard and kept my tone flat. “You came for your nephew…” Her eyes darted around briefly before landing on me again. “Connie. I promised I’d try to make it.” “Convenient timing.” She arched a brow. “Isn’t it? I almost didn’t come when I saw your name on the staff list. Imagine my surprise.”

She says, as Chris takes her arm and almost drags her away. "What did you say to him?" Connie whispers excitedly, as we walk back to our seats. "Not much really. He knew that he wasn't being fair to you." I answer, noncommittally. Connie loops her arm through mine, and smiles, as she kisses my cheek. "You really are the best, Don." She says. After the play, we stop for a drink. Connie laughs, as she tells me what an airhead Melanie is and I tell her how easily Chris agreed to get her a promotion. I don't tell her about the video, of course.

I watched him instead. Watched his eyes widen at the sights, the unguarded wonder on his face as though the world had quietly kept secrets from him all his life and was only now confessing them. I pulled him toward the food stalls first, because everyone should begin with sweetness. Honeyed pastries dusted with sugar, warm from the fire. Candied nuts that crackled between the teeth. Spiced cider that stained our lips and left warmth blooming in our chests. He laughed when the sugar stuck to his fingers, when the cider burned a little too brightly going down.

I wasn’t sure how to explain myself or how to get out of this. But I didn’t have to. Connie had opened the doors to the arena and ran inside before I could utter a single word. It took Lila by surprise as well and I couldn’t mistake the disappointed look on her face upon seeing Connie. “Enzo, you promised you’d take me to lunch this afternoon,” Connie said, folding her arms across her chest. “What’s keeping you?” She was only saying this to get me away from Lila. I never agreed to such a thing. But I didn’t argue with her.

"Honestly, the nerve of some people." Unable to stand the public shaming, Todd stormed toward Janet. "You people—" "What's that around your ankle?" Rachel abruptly asked, her eyes locked onto the red cord.

Travis Adeno was the country's best footballer. One night, while being followed by a set of relentless paparazzi, he stumbled into a dancing studio and found Connie. Sweet, delicate, graceful Connie. She was a ballerina, and he had watched her dance, mesmerised by the lithe sway of her body, hungry and yearning for her. His breath had been knocked out when her pretty blue eyes met his, and she grinned at him.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him away from her.” “I think I have an idea,” Connie said with a devilish grin, leaning forward conspiratorially. Sky turned toward her. “What kind of idea?” Connie leaned close, whispering into her ear. What she said made Sky’s lips curl into a smile. “That’s a great idea. But are you sure it’ll work?” “I’m very sure,” Connie replied confidently. “A hundred percent. Just like last time.” “Alright. How do we start?” Sky said slowly, determination carving into her face.