Bones And Booth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Beads of jewels glinted from the fur and caught the red-rimmed baby blue of his eyes that had turned almost luminescent. My blood ran cold when he stroked one of the nude women’s hair by his side, before his iron claws pierced into her temple. The woman’s eyes went wide, rolling back into her head as I struggled to keep my face devoid of expression. What the actual fuck? Kiernan Bones was a sick bastard, there was no doubt about it. I watched one of his footguards rush forward with a goblet, collecting the bright red blood and brain matter that shot from both sides of her pierced head like a fountain.

"Please don't worry about any of this, I'll talk it out with Dion. I spoke to Bones already and he's fine with it. I just wish Dion-" "Yeah, I won't blame him too much though. It must be so hard knowing I took you first," Clifton interrupts me mockingly, making him slap his arm. "Stop it! That's childish and mean." He hugs me tighter, chuckling. "Well, I love being childish-" He's still about to say something else when a knock comes at the door and it gets pushed in. Bones walks in with a smile. "I just knew that whatever is making you block off my mind-link must be worth it and here we are." He says as he walks towards us. "Hello, Pretty."

(KISSING BOOTH) . . . 🔥🔥Genre: Trilling romance and suspense✨✨ 💝Written by:💝 💖Jesudamilola Abiola💝 . . 💝💖LILY’S POV 💝💖 Hmmm, where is Nicky? I asked trying to interrupt him. I knew he wanted to ask again so I interrupted Gosh, I dont know what to reply him with, Im really confused I tried dialing Nickys number but he suddenly interrupted

One time, when we passed by the building, Victoria told me that she would buy the penthouse for me. Our relationship was just like the abandoned building. It had a dazzling beginning but a pitiful end. Victoria opened the box. She grabbed a fistful of my ashes and tried to mold it into the shape of the bone carving. She had poured her heart and soul into creating that bone carving, turning my femur into the shape of a tree. Unfortunately, ashes weren't bones. They scattered into the air when a gust of wind blew past. Victoria's hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a white dress and a pair of sneakers. Although there were faint wrinkles lining the corners of her eyes, she sti

​Winnie’s POV ​The bone city didn’t just look like the Hub; it felt like the Hub’s subconscious. Every pillar, every archway, and every walkway pulsed with a familiar, mechanical rhythm, but it was filtered through a biological lens. The air here was hyper-oxygenated, making my head spin and my skin itch with a sudden, renewed resonance. ​“Stay back!” Thorne roared, stepping in front of me, his rifle raised. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Because the moment I walked in this room I could tell you’re the kind of patient who’s either going to make my job very easy…” He glanced down at the surgical brace around her leg. “…or very difficult.” Sophia smirked slightly. “I’m walking again.” Rhoden leaned back against the counter. “That confidence is adorable.” Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Adorable?” Rhoden nodded. “But confidence doesn’t rebuild bone.” He flipped open the chart. “You shattered your femur in twelve different places.” Sophia didn’t flinch. “I’ll still walk.” Rhoden smiled. “Good.” Then his voice became serious.

“Or is it your turn to get it this time?” Thor backed up and shook his head. “I’m not dealing with you today.” “Good, now go back to your friends and get that hand job party started,” Bohdan said with a shit eating grin. Thor couldn’t take it anymore and bolted at Bohdan. Like a twelve gun salute, all four rifles shot at the same time striking Thor in the head. His braincase exploded and he fell to the ground in a bloody heap. Bohdan picked chunks of Thor’s skull off his jumpsuit and flicked them on the ground.

⚠️ Mature scenes ahead “Look at me, Baby. Look right at me.” Dante said one deep murmur, a command that brought my attention off the plush bedspread between us to his eyes. Those pools of dark, liquid water held an intensity that always stole my breath. I forced myself to steady. In and out. Slowly. “I am,” I whispered. His thumb caressed my cheekbone, the calloused pad a comforting, familiar roughness. “You’re shaking.” “I know.”

"The inkwell's alive. It bites." "Of course it does." The cabinet was locked with something older than iron. Bone. A femur, carved with teeth-marks, bound across the doors with silver wire. I could feel the Void fragment behind it. Not heat. Not cold. The particular absence of both, like a tooth missing from the world's jaw. "Help me with this." I gripped the bone. "Pull on three." "Mimi-" "One." "This is a bad idea." "Two." "We're going to die."

Bones screaming. Spine stiff. His body felt like it was made of dry wood ready to snap. But he stepped forward anyway. “If you’re going to do it,” he said, voice low, “then stop talking.” For the first time— A faint smile touched their lips. Then they vanished. Sipho barely had time to register the movement. A blur. Too fast. Pain exploded across his back. He flew forward and hit the ground hard enough to taste dirt. Before he could roll—