Bonnie Cookie Novels & Stories

Her mesmerizing smile and beautiful eyes. “Do you like seafood or are you one of those Chicken loving girlies?” he asked abruptly, finally deciding to go for it. “Seafood?” Belle asked. She immediately considered telling him a white lie. Probably because something told her that seafood was going to be on their menu for the night. “It isn’t exactly my favorite food”. She admitted. “That’s okay because you’ll like this”. Ronnie assured her. “I’ll absolutely like anything Ronnie, as long as I get to eat it sitting across the table from you again”. She thought to herself.

Similarly, I place a blue piece when a blue light appears. It was that simple? Felix frowned. It seemed too straightforward, but he was already committed. If he rejected this battle of wits and Bonnie attacked, countless innocent people would die. "Fine." Bonnie jumped up excitedly and removed her mini skirt and top. Even more shocking, underneath, she wore a skimpy bikini. Honestly, there was so little fabric it was almost negligible. "Are you trying to distract me? You're giving yourself too much credit." Bonnie didn't mind at all. "Listen to yourself. I just like to stay cool when I play chess. Is that a problem? Get ready. We're about to begin."

“Have we met? I don’t remember you.” “I know that’s because we have not met in person.” “Met in person?” Lucas asked with curiosity. If they have not met in person that means they have spoken on the phone or on social media. Either way, Lucas can’t remember speaking with anyone over the phone or on social media with the name, ‘Bonnie.’ “There are a lot of explanations to make; I hope you will give me the chance to do that?” “That depends.” “Then I should sit first.” Bonnie makes her way to the wooden chair next to Lucas’ bed and made herself comfortable on the chair. She crossed her leg and gestured at Lucas to sit on his bed.

♛ Aurora: “So, when's the meeting supposed to be held?” I looked up from my laptop and asked Bonnie, who was standing across the office table. She looked down at her tab, fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose with a finger, then returned her gaze to me. “On the 14th, next Friday,” she muttered, pushing back a strand of her curly hair that had fallen on her face. Her warm black eyes stared down at me. She was a petite young lady, around 5’5 in height. I stared at her, wondering exactly what made Mia have doubts about her. Bonnie was respectful and diligent in her work—exactly what I needed—so I couldn't just dismiss her because of Mia’s doubts.

This day was all too surreal. "Did you save Gracie?" I asked, my eyes still on the blonde woman "How did you….," I found myself unable to form the rest of the sentence, through the whirlwind of emotions that raced inside my mind. Bonnie smiled and nodded gracefully "I did save Gracie," she paused "I was hired as a decoy by Rory Roth to fool Gracie into thinking I was her Mother. To lull her into a false sense of security so she would stay with us," I could see the look in Bonnie's eyes she resented every going along with the plan "But I saw how Rory was treating Gracie, giving her medication to change her,"

In the end, she nodded her head heavily. “Okay.” She sat in front of Luna. Bonnie was about to ask Luna what her request was when her phone rang. It was from Jason. Bonnie glanced at Luna. She did not avoid her and picked up the call directly in front of Luna. “Hmm, I’ll go over right now.” After she hung up the call, Bonnie took a deep breath and looked at Luna. “He’s waiting for me at the mall. We have made an arrangement to go get our fingers measured to custom-make our rings.”

He walked over to greet them. “Bonnie, your father is here to fetch us.” “Papa!” Bonnie only knew how to say ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa’ now. She reached out her chubby hand toward her father. She could recognize him. Simon took her into his arms and kissed the back of her hand. “Did you have a good time playing with your grandmother?” “Of course, she had a good time. Bonnie’s grandmother is going to make a perfume for Bonnie, right?” Sharon said cheerfully.

Peter's mom gushed, and Bonnie grinned. She followed Peter’s mom into the kitchen, where she began helping with the cooking. "What do your parents do?" Peter’s mom asked as Bonnie chopped some carrots. Bonnie sighed before answering. "My father is a principal at a private school, and my mom owns a grocery shop." "Are you an only child, just like Peter?" she asked again, and Bonnie nodded. "Peter told me you work in a clothing line?" "Yes, I do." "That's nice. I love that you know how to make dresses. So, how long have you and Peter been together?"

The Whitakers lasted longer than most, but the house had grown impatient with their stubborn hope. Michael poured his contractor skills into superficial fixes while Rachel clung to normalcy for the children. Bella, now eight, had become my quiet confidante, leaving notes and trinkets by the sealed basement door. “Lady, please stop being mad,” one scribbled message read. I answered when the house allowed it, shifting a crayon across her desk or brushing cool air across her cheek at bedtime. Those small victories were all I had.

Well, maybe she would do that later when paying him with her body. “Oh…” Bonnie cooed, gradually becoming speechless. “What is your name?” Adrian asked Bonnie. “Bonnie,” Bonnie replied. “I am a Vale,” she added, making Georgia roll her eyes in irritation. “I would be a Vale soon too,” Georgia said to Bonnie, but unfortunately, she could not say it loud enough to hear. “Which family do you belong to?” Bonnie asked Adrian.