Novel & Cerita Bones And Booth Fanfiction

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?”

And when I struck, not one of these men would see it coming. Bones’s grip grew bolder as the night dragged on. His arm stayed clamped around my waist like a chain, his lips crashing against mine every chance he got. The taste of cheap whiskey made my stomach twist. His other hand wandered freely, shamelessly, sliding where it had no right to be. Keisha growled inside me, but I forced a coy laugh and pressed my palm against his chest. “Slow down, Bones,” I said lightly, feigning playfulness. “Let me freshen up.”

"Keep dreaming." And then, all at once, the others closed in. Boone pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. His huge frame made the hug very warm. "You have no idea how much we’ve missed you," he said. “I missed you too” I said. “Still undefeated, huh, Eliza?” Boone said, shaking his head in amusement. I smirked, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. “Did you really expect anything different?” Rod groaned dramatically, rubbing his chest where I had pinned him. “One day, I swear I’ll take you down.”

I tried to rush to them, but a sharp, agonizing pain went through my leg, and when I glanced down to see why, I nearly fainted at the sight. A jagged piece of bone from a corpse pierced right through my leg. Bits of rotten decay were still on the bone. I glance at Thee and Tho, who still hadn't moved. So I reached down and yanked the bone out of my leg. The pain from doing that was so much worse that I nearly collapsed. Thankfully, I managed to stay awake and limped over to the twins. “Thee Tho are you guys all right?” I reached towards Tho’s shoulder to use him for support, but before I could, he wrapped his hand around my throat and slammed me into the wall.

I moaned a little louder before Bun asked, "What is that noise that I keep hearing?" Bo chuckled and said, "I am taking care of myself! Can you leave please?!" Bo began to hit harder inside me as I heard Bun say, "Eww! Gross bro! I am leaving." Bo grunts before he begins to thrust faster and harder inside me. Bo let go of my penis and grabs my hips with both hands before he climaxes again but this time I climaxed with him. He hugs me from behind to bring my head up to his face before he says softly, "So, are you mine or will I need to continue to claim you?"

⚠️ 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."

I smirked lifting my lips to the corner and pressed his legs on which I had fired the gun. He moaned with pains and held my hands trying to stop me but there was no way that I was going to stop from torturing him. As I was giving him the pain, I turned to look back at the Belle. She was standing like a beautiful white doll at the corner of the room. “Belle,” I called her but she didn’t give any response to me. “Belle,” I called her again but she didn’t answer me. I looked back at her. Her eyes looked like she was drunk. Like she was alcoholic right now.

The promise of Jessamine being excited prompted Bo to move just a bit faster. Once the call ended, Bo looked to the false limb and frowned. He had woken up in unimaginable pain, and the thought of putting the leg on in the first place had nearly sent him overboard. He sighed a heavy sigh. “For Jessamine.” The fear of scaring Jessamine with his missing limb was just enough for him to actually work up the nerve to cross the room and pull the limb on. A hiss passed through Bo’s teeth in response to the tightness of the socket around what was left of his thigh.