Bonnie Bennett Spells Words Novels & Stories

She shook the confusion off and focused on the dance with her father. George Bennett gently used his fork to tap the side of his glass to grab everyone's attention. Upon hearing the clinking of the glass, they all turned to him. He signaled for the MC to hand him the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm grateful for your attendance at my son, Reynolds Bennet and his new wife, Amy Bennet's union. I would love to present my gift to my daughter in law.

Everything in me is screaming to say NO but just looking at Bonnie's excited face makes my resolve crack slightly. I take a deep breath and exhale.... "Ok then" "EEEEEEEEEEEEEK.... YES!....." she screams as she jumps on me. "This is going to be FUCKING EPIC!.... Omg we need to start packing!" "Packing?....Bonnie it's one night! Wait... When are we going again?" I ask, quickly realising I never even knew to start with. Bonnie stops and grabs my face in her hands. Staring deeply into my eyes, she speaks again in her ridiculous deep russian accent which reminds me of count Dracula ....

Now, attempting to seek last-minute help from the internet, I found myself humiliated by a mocking phrase: "You? Really?" Quentin Bennett returned promptly. He truly was affluent, exchanging a whole basin of game tokens. He placed the tokens on the machine with a sound reminiscent of a wealthy person making a grand gesture. "Let the performance begin." Me: "…" I forced a smile. "Watch and learn." "Absolutely." "Chirp─" Quentin Bennett's mocking laugh reached my ears, making them turn crimson. "Just you wait!" He crossed his arms, smirking. "I'm waiting."

His wife really is the sweetest and the kindest, and sometimes, he hated her for it. The servant's mouth frowned, she shook her head saying, "She wasn't in every place you told me to look for, missus." Concern flashed across Tatiana's eyes, she turned to look at Bonnie who had a book in hand, completely immersed in the book she was reading. "Bonnie, have you seen Suzanne?" She raised her book and gazed over the pages only for a split second to shake her head and said, "No, I haven't," before she return her attention back to the pages.

I bustled out of the office,my mind silently working the probability of getting what he wanted done without any hiccups. "You look new; you're the new secretary, right?" A lady suddenly said this from besides me as she walked in step with me. "Yes," I nodded, not pausing my steps. "You're in for a tough one; Clarice endured for just under two months." The lady stared at me sympathetically. "What!?" I was surprised. "Call me Justine," the lady lowered her voice. "Mr. Nathan's tough to work with; he's very particular, and he wants things done to the letter. You just need to pay careful attention, okay?"

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.'

She bowed her head. “She’s a raven,” Bella said. “Now, it seems that everyone is complete, but mom and grandparents.” She smiled. “Time for a party.” “Party!” Zahra exclaimed. “Don’t tell me that her second word is Party?” Caleb asked who was busy rubbing Solenn’s round tummy. “No. That’s her fourth word.” Dominick said. “Oh,” Caleb said as Cedric laughed. “Shopping!” She rushed to Caleb and stared at him. Caleb stared back as they stared for a few seconds. “Shopping, peeeassee.”

“Parent trap,” she says, counting the pins in her hand. “Sorry I took too many, I didn't count them at first.” “It's okay, take as many as you like,” I tell her. “See you in thirty minutes, and don't start F.U.C.K—” “F.u.c.k, fuck!” Arabella says, “Auntie Nova you said a naughty word.” “I keep forgetting she spells,” Nova winces. “Hell, at least Ella was good for something.” she sighs, ushering Arabella out of the room.

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.

I thanked her before checking the outside of our house. Mom was busy arranging the tables and chairs outside the house. She was being accompanied by Lena and few of our neighbors who are hands-on in doing these stuffs. I really am blessed to have this kind of family in this island. I’ll make sure that I’ll pass the exam to bring honor in our infamous island. I’m sure Lena also thinks the same. Everyone who sees me say their greetings and wishes for me and all of them have said something in common—that I’ve grown up so fast. Did I really grew up? Not really. I still can’t do amazing things with my magic so therefore, I haven’t grown up yet.