Baroness Von Bon Bon Novels & Stories

"Hello, my name is Bonnie. I'm the manager of the publicity department." Bonnie's wide toothed gleaming grin and bright red lipstick complimented her suit coat and skirt. Her extended fake lashes flowed as she slowly blinked and her deeply brown eyes sparkled. She was sexy. "I'm Ada and this is Mila." Ada raised her eyebrows and smiled suggestively. "You know, 'Miss M'." "Oh, I most certainly do!" Bonnie said, clasping her hands together, widening her eyes. "You probably have no idea about our accounting ledgers but let me tell you, your reviews spiked sales at least thirty percent."

Makenzie nodded, now as long as she knew the name of the nanny, she would be able to find out who she served in the past, did that mean she would also be able to find out her biological parents? Willa stood to the side and grumbled, "At that time, it was a very good job going to a rich man's house to be a nanny and to be a cleaner." "Willa, what is Bonnie's surname? Do you know where she lives?" the dean asked loudly. Willa thought for a moment. "Everyone calls her Bonnie. I remember her surname is Crosby! I can't really remember. It should be Crosby." Cassius silently memorized everything. Could it be that the nanny's name was Bonnie Crosby? Are there any other words in the middle?

Peter said as she click the the next button. "Wait! This one is great" Bonnie said staring at the mask on the screen as Laura stopped. "Nope. It looks like Barbie's" Alex said disqualifying it. "That's it. Barbie is cool. Remember Barbie and the three musketeers?" Bonnie said excitedly as Alex huffed.

You can't exactly blame us since it's our first time shopping in such a luxurious store so we aren’t too familiar with the rich-girl shopping etiquette. Before I can respond, Bonnie beats me to it. “Yes! My friend here is getting married. To Massimo D’Amato.” She drops his name like a bomb. Claudette’s sour expression does a complete 180. “Oh!” Suddenly, we’re drowning in champagne and lots of silk. “We have just the pieces for you, Mrs. D’Amato. This way, please.” “It’s ... I’m not—” I stammer, but Bonnie’s already shoving me toward a dressing room.

Astrid murmured to herself, fear thick in her voice. Vincent Carson looked at his daughter with a furrowed brow, staring at her pale face. The concern in his eyes was clear, but he remained silent. Eira glanced at her sister, a smile curling up on her lips. "I can't wait to see how badly you will embarrass yourself this time.” Astrid faced the Riven family. Her heart sank as she noticed their expressions. Old Lady Slade’s lips curled in disdain, Aurora’s eyes contained hatred, and Riven stood like a pillar of ice, his gaze burning through her as if she were a criminal on trial.

Doesn't that mean my ex-wife? The waiter moves away from the table and I finally get a glimpse of the woman's face. It's just as stunningly beautiful as it were years ago, and I am disgusted by the sight of it now more than ever. "Vanessa, meet Abel Blackwood, our top model," Miss Aubrey introduces. I consider turning and walking away, but that will show her that she still holds power over me. Vanessa gazes at me as she stands. Her sleek designer suit hugging her hourglass figure perfectly. The jewelry she wears glints with wealth. She looks every bit the entitled rich woman I remember, but she is also the last person I wanted to ever meet again.

"Catherine Bonnethe… C.E.O of B-faire cosmetics." Wait a minute. Puzzled I stretch my hand inside my back and rummage through for the concealer I use. I quickly scan the brand name, "no… way…" I whisper in surprise. That's her? Is she a B-faire CEO? To think I was talking to a multi-billionaire, top of the women's food chain. I've got to watch my tone next time. I brace myself, continuing my research. This would be my first time handling a werewolf divorce, I'm excited and frightened at the same time.

“Don’t persuade me, sweetheart. I’m too old for that. Bring her along if you’re bringing her because I won’t open tomorrow.” “Thank you,” she replied and inwardly smiled. Sweetheart. Baron calls her babe. Sweetheart sounds so old. Well, her boss does seem older than her. “See you in a bit…naked.” Oh my God! She quickly hid the device. Fortunately, Berna isn’t nosy, so she didn’t turn into a giraffe trying to read her phone. Berna was busy with her own phone, browsing through social media apps. “Let’s go. I just texted Ate Rose.”

She giggled as she gave him a light pat on the shoulder " Ooh, where are my manners, come on in." She added as she opened the door and Marcelo allowed himself and the kids in. The whole time, the little bun's eyes were trained on Bonnie, it seemed like he had noticed the similarities between her and her daughter and Bonnie was impressed at his brilliance, just as Ana had said he wasn't your average baby. Bending down she asked the little bun " You must be my daughter's little bun Phineas, I'm her mother and my name is Bonnie." Immediately Bonnie was done with introducing herself, the little bun stretched out his two little arms to be picked.

I pulled out my tool bag, this time grabbing some meat sheers. "Haha, You.... think...you...can...break me... Alpha?" Bonnie coughs. "Oh, I don't have to break you. I'm just enjoying our visit, passing the time while Maddox receives something for me." Killian plays it coy. "Nothing you can find will make me talk." "We will see about that? Does the name Devin mean anything to you?" I smiled while twisting the sheers in my hand for extra dramatic effect. All the colour drains from Bonnie's face, but she remains calm and emotionless.