Bonnie Bennett Spells Words Novels & Stories

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

"You are one stubborn lady, you know that?." His raspy tone sounded close to her ear, sending gooseflesh up her arms. And her emotions must have been closer to the surface than she'd wanted to admit, because she could feel the sting of tears behind her lids. She hid her face in his shoulder and laughed. It sounded a little wobbly, but it was the best she could produce. "You hardly know me, David. And you already made it clear to me that you don't want to" "Well, you are making it difficult for me to stick to that" "It wouldn't be so bad if you let yourself. Forget about whatever reason brought us together. Let go... live in the moment" David groaned, and then his hand was beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Bonnie smiled, thinking he had a few more questions for her, when his mouth closed over hers and she couldn't think at all. —---------- Bonnie Rimmer is in danger, and David Stewart knows that it's all his fault. He had made more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker kidnapping the woman he was meant to protect is an entirely different matter. All of this could have been avoided if he had kept to one rule: don’t protect anyone you want to screw. Don't get emotionally involved with your client. But with Bonnie, he’s caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. The woman is way out of his league, but David wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in his hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she’s at his complete mercy. She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose…

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter. Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state. With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first." At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?' I nodded silently. A look of satisfaction washed over Vincent's face as he stepped forward to embrace me. However, in the blink of an eye, I began to vanish right before his eyes. Subsequently, I heard he lost his sanity.

On Christmas, I canceled a delivery appointment for the daughter of New Hork’s richest man. Instead, I flew overnight to deliver the baby of my brother, the Mafia boss, and his fiancée. The moment I stepped into the delivery room, she was already writhing in pain. Yet she suddenly grabbed my hand and demanded to know if I was a virgin. Seeing that she was already three centimeters dilated, I assumed the pain had muddled her mind. So I casually replied that I hadn’t been one for a long time. That was when she completely lost it, kicking me hard in the stomach as she screamed, “Get out! A shameless woman like you isn’t worthy of touching my son?! “Switch to a virgin doctor right now! Don’t pass your filth onto my child! Disgusting! “And take away all those imported supplements you brought! Even dogs wouldn’t eat them!” I stared at her as she rolled around on the bed and fell into deep thought. I genuinely couldn’t understand how a woman who got pregnant before marriage and was still living off my brother got the confidence to look down on someone else for not being a virgin? Calmly, I removed my gloves and called my brother right in front of her. “Your fiancée says I’m dirty, so I won’t be delivering this baby. Let her give birth on her own. “Oh, and I’ve canceled the top-tier delivery suite I reserved for you, too. After all, I wouldn’t want them to offend her eyes.”

My mate, Alpha Ryan, started skipping my healer's appointments after I got pregnant. He always blamed pack business. But I found him at the clinic anyway. He was with another pregnant she-wolf—his childhood friend, Bonnie. He held her with a tenderness he no longer gave me. "I'll take responsibility for this child," he promised her. "He'll be safe." His words shattered my world. Their child? I stormed in to confront them and saw it: his temporary mark on her neck. He swore the pup wasn't his. He claimed a rogue attacked her and the mark was only for protection. His lie was a knife twisting in our mate bond. I was carrying his pure-blooded heir. But he let the pack brand my child a bastard, while hailing her half-blood pup as his true heir. To protect Bonnie, he locked me in a silver-laced cell. The silver was a living death. He didn't realize his mistake until I took the forbidden herbs, sacrificing our child and collapsing in a pool of my own blood. Only then did he cradle my broken body, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.

She did not leave because she stopped loving Damien Knight. She left because that is what she did for three years in a mansion with Damien Knight. Their marriage looked perfect from every angle except the one Aria Bennett lived in. She gave everything to Damien Knight: her ambitions, her patience, her silence. Damien Knight gave Aria Bennett a life that most women only dream of, and the feeling of loneliness that comes with it. On the night that everything ended, Aria Bennett held a photograph in her hand that she had no intention of questioning. Damien Knight swallows his pride. Neither Aria Bennett nor Damien Knight lets go. What Aria Bennett does not know when she walks away: the photographs were staged. Doubt was sown. The collapse of Aria Bennett's marriage was engineered. The person who built it was someone Damien Knight trusted far more than he trusted Aria Bennett. When Damien Knight signed the papers, Aria Bennett did not know that she was already pregnant with their child. What none of them know the worst is yet to come. Two years later, Damien Knight finds Aria Bennett thriving, self-made, and completely out of reach. Aria Bennett is standing beside a boy with Damien Knight's eyes. Damien Knight ruined the marriage Aria Bennett recovered. Now someone wants to finish what they started. The question is not whether Damien Knight can earn Aria Bennett back. The question is whether any of them will live long enough to find out who has been pulling the strings all along.

Henley accepts to play the role of rich Bennett Calloway for a price, falling in love while wondering how he is connected to her brother's bogus conviction. ***** Henley Linden's brother is imprisoned for a crime he did not commit, and she will take any job to help him get out. Shortly, she's agreed to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for $10,000 in order to relieve his mother's pressure on him to find a marriage. Yet once Henley is immersed in Bennett's world, he falls for her and she begins to feel the same way. Despite her romance with Bennett, Henley learns that the Calloways are somehow implicated in her brother's conviction as she draws closer to them. As she delves deeper into a world of luxury and conspiracies, Henley is forced to rely on Bennett, even if it may cost her everything.

It was not until after I married Bennett that I found out he had a clingy little childhood friend who loved to play the victim. On the very first day of our marriage, at dinner, I simply asked Bennett to pass me a bite of food. She immediately exploded. "Holly, you're disgusting! Bennett already used those utensils, and you seriously asked him to serve you food? What, don't you have hands?" I froze, completely blindsided. Before I could even react, Bennett put down his spoon and went straight to her, wrapping her in his arms like she was the one who had been wronged. Then he turned to me and said I should just get my own food from now on. However, honestly, wasn't it normal for a husband to serve his wife a bite? What was so outrageous about that? I barely got a word out before Bennett shut me down in a low, firm voice. "That's final. If Rosie doesn't like it, then we're not doing it. End of discussion."

Twenty two year old Diana thinks she's slowly losing her mind just like her mother who has spent years in a psychiatric hospital. Plagued with strange nightmares of her deceased father and episodes of sleep walking, Diana finds her life has turned out nothing like she planned and dreamed about. She has no one else except her best friend Bonnie, who has been her lifeline until she meets a stranger who she thinks is quite literally crazier than her and opens her eyes to a world she never knew existed around her - right in front of her the whole time

Get away from me Lucas." Bennett growled, his claws extending. But Lucas grabbed him and turned him around, his clothed bulge pressing into Bennett. "You know you want this, little wolf." And deep-down, as Lucas grinded into him, he realized. He did want this. ~~~ Bennett Cross was born to lead the Wolf Crest Pack, he is fierce, reckless, and loyal to the blood feud passed down through generations. The Storms have always been the enemy. It started with his great-grandfather, poisoned in a border war, and every Cross since then has carried that hatred like a second skin. Lucas Storm, son of the Eastern Howl Pack Alpha, is everything Bennett can't stand. He is striking, arrogant, and maddeningly perfect. They’ve fought tooth and claw since childhood, fueled by the war their fathers never ended. But when fate throws a cruel twist on Bennett’s eighteenth birthday, the enemy he loathes becomes the mate his wolf craves. Bennett doesn’t want him, and Lucas sure as hell doesn't need him. Yet fate doesn’t ask for their permission. Now, two heirs of rival packs are bound by a bond stronger than decades of hate or bloodlines.