Bonnie Bennett Spells Novels & Stories

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

"Could you say it again? The words you said when you tried to win me over." Jonah shifted, a little embarrassed. After clearing his throat, he said in a slightly awkward tone, "I really like you, Maeve. Will you be my girlfriend?" Even in the dim room, his eyes were so bright that they softened something inside me. I looked up and flashed him a smile before giving him a gentle peck on the lips. "Sure." … When Rylan's signed divorce papers arrived, I was finishing Megan's evening side-slit dress. I called and scheduled a time for her to pick it up.

"You're going to hate it." She tried not to think about it, focusing on the prospect of a cooked meal in her tummy instead. Mr and Mrs Cross were setting the table together as the pair approached. They looked up, eyes wide in shock. "Oh, you must be Damien's girlfriend," Mr Cross said, offering his hand. 'Girlfriend?!' "I'm Belle," she said, accepting his hand. "Oh," the mother cried. "It's just like beauty and the beast." "Am I the beast in this scenario, Mum?" Damien asked, eyebrow raised.

I give her the instructions on what she needs to do. I watch her walk out of the shop. I have a terrible feeling that all of this is going to come crashing down around me. I see Meadow pass Gwen on the street, watching her as she goes. Gwen doesn’t even seem to notice Meadow, so excited with her spell. When Meadow comes in, she looks at me. “So, what did the Bitchy Beta want this time?” She asks. “She brought me what I needed to finish the spell.” I say, watching as Gwen gets in her car and takes off.

Muffled laughter as Elliott went into his own office and shut the door. Bonnie paid the cabbie and stepped out of the car, holding her brown leather briefcase in one hand, and her white Ava Spade purse in the other. Wearing a coral blouse that flattered her complexion and tasteful heels that matched her tan pencil skirt, she looked up at the elegantly modern two-story building to the sign that read: D.E.N. Inc. Armed with her usual classic style, she felt comfortable she wouldn’t appear too intimidating to whatever male ego might be holding her future big paycheck inside. She was subtle and not overtly sexy despite her curves–always a winning combo for a first meet. “Here goes nothing,” she

Barry mumbled, staring at the lady that was dancing along with some other ladies. Bennett turned to see the lady he was referring to and his eyes widened at the sight. "What the fuck?!" TBC

This woman was lovely. 'I’m Fennella, double n and double l,' she informed me, whipped off a white glove and offered her hand. How didn’t I bust a knicker elastic laughing? Somehow my face stayed straight and I didn’t allude to the spelling lesson, although it was her dad who needed instruction. Many dads are a bit excited when registering a birth. Spelling is a common casualty. 'Pleased to meet you, Fennella. I’m Millicent, but everyone calls me Millie, apart from Vera that is.'

All the girl talk is a welcome distraction from the nerves of tonight and time passes by a little too quickly. A series of funny knocks rap out against the door. “Come in!” I call out. The door pushes open slowly, “Everyone decent?” I snort, “I wouldn’t have told you to come in if we weren’t.” Bennet, steps through the door and shrugs, “Just trying to be on my best behavior, princess.” “You know she’s your luna and queen now, right?” Harlow quips. “She’ll always be a princess to me,” Bennet huffs, shooting me a wink.

It buzzed in her ears, leaving her dizzy. And she had no interest in hearing congratulatory remarks from people who didn't know the truth. Noticing her growing discomfort, Mitchell waved the crowd away and led her to a quieter corner. Their reprieve didn't last long. Bethany, dressed in a sleek black gown, approached with an air of practiced grace. "Mr. Bennett, Ms. Longstaff, it's been a while," Bethany greeted, her voice carrying a deliberate sweetness. Bethany was here as a guest speaker, a representative of the charity supported by the Bennetts over the years.

I just had to do it either way. I approached my first catch, two chatty young ladies who looked about my age. I tried to recall Mich's lines as I smiled stupidly at them. "Hello, I'm Bonnie from La Monte Luxuries. You look dashing, and I love your fashion taste! It's so gorgeous and appealing." I paused, just in case they had anything to say in response. None. Awkward silence.