Bonnie Cookie Novels & Stories

Some younger children were trooping into the kitchen too to eat. "Hey, you," Bonnie said, sliding into the seat beside me. "Hey," I replied. "I didn't expect to see you now," She nodded. "Yeah, today is Friday. I don't have to go anywhere." She pulled her plate closer and dug into her food. No matter how much I piled on my plate, Bonnie's food was always 4 times more. It made me wonder where all the food was going because she was very slim. "In case you haven't noticed," Bonnie said as she chewed. "On Fridays, it's like a free day for the whole pack. There hardly anything serious to do," I nodded. I had noticed.

Bonnie yelled as she trashed in Lorenzo's arms. "I got the pills to prove it." Lorenzo took out a single small white pill. Bonnie immediately pursed her lips. "Come on, baby. Open wide." Lorenzo whispered he pressed the pill against Bonnie's pursed lips. "Just open wide so we can go home and bake some cookies. You'd like that right?" "Fuc-" Bonnie tried to say but got cut off when Lorenzo thrusts the pill deep into her mouth, causing her to swallow it instantly. "Mhm, there-there. See? All better." Lorenzo whispered as Bonnie's eyes lazily drooped and she started to mumble words, giggling to herself. Lorenzo looked at the cashier.

Unfortunately for him, this knowledge was not helpful because he still wanted to confess everything he was so bad it hurts. *** Bonnie had done all the pampering things necessary to prep for the best date of her life. She’d shaved everywhere needed, and changed her outfit more than seven times, settling on a red mini-dress with no sleeves and a chocolate brown slim coat. Her nails on her toes and fingers were nude-pink, and she picked out a pair of heels that were nude leather. It made her legs look naked. There was nothing trashy about her appearance but it did have sex written all over it. Staring at herself one last time in the mirror, she felt as though her heart might crumble from beati

Logan Reynolds I’m halfway through a proposal draft when I hear the familiar knock—three sharp raps. Only one person knocks like that. “Come in,” I call, already knowing. Bonnie pushes the door open like she owns the place. She’s in ripped jeans, her denim jacket slung over one shoulder, sunglasses perched on her head even though she’s inside. “Well, well,” she smirks, stepping in and letting the door fall shut behind her. “Big man behind the desk. You know, you used to build Lego cities on the floor.”

"Hello, my name is Bonnie. I'm the manager of the publicity department." Bonnie's wide toothed gleaming grin and bright red lipstick complimented her suit coat and skirt. Her extended fake lashes flowed as she slowly blinked and her deeply brown eyes sparkled. She was sexy. "I'm Ada and this is Mila." Ada raised her eyebrows and smiled suggestively. "You know, 'Miss M'." "Oh, I most certainly do!" Bonnie said, clasping her hands together, widening her eyes. "You probably have no idea about our accounting ledgers but let me tell you, your reviews spiked sales at least thirty percent."

We both grow quiet as she dials and then wait until Tabitha answers. “Hello?” She rasps. “Bonnie? What is it…AH!” “Will you come meet me?” The woman, Bonnie, asks as I fight the rage that is beginning to boil in me due to the noises coming from the other end of the phone. “I need to speak with you.” "I..." she gasps before a moan escapes her. “I’m a little busy.” “Please,” Bonnie pushes. “I really need to speak with you.” “O-okay,” she manages, before another loud moan sounds, followed by the sound of a man’s growl. “Wh-where…”

Jackie asked. “Bonnie, she . . . she works as a dominatrix for elite businessmen. She lets them come to her house from Phoenix on the weekends; a couple of hours per customer. Marty found out and takes a percentage of her profits. Poor girl had to do something. They had laid her off at the post office and she was only part-time there to begin with.” Jackie and Jodi stood in stunned silence.

Elena said as they spilted to look for Bonnie. *+*+*+*+* Bonnie walked round the mall as she stared at the ceiling. "That'll be a comfortable place to hang" she muttered to herself and she looked round the mall. "Can you please help me with that?" She told a boy who was passing by with his grandma. "Please?" She said pointing to a lipstick where her hands could not reach. "Oh yeah, sure" the boy said as he took the lipstick and handed it over to her. "Gracias" she said with a bow as the grandma smiled at her.

Bonnie said. “But honey, the snake will eat the bird.” “Then I'll keep the snake; this bird is boring.” Bonnie seemed to be bored with the bird already. “Okay, I hope he can hear you. Tell me, what do you think Wave wants?” He asked since it was hard to communicate with Wave… he was just speaking gibberish. “I think he wants more puzzles; please tell me Mommy isn't choosing our gifts this year.” Bonnie said, and Nicholas chuckled, Fatima was the worst gifter. She gave things that she saw were of importance to her. And yes, Bonnie knew Santa was their parents.

Frustrated from my inability to escape my bindings. *** Mardichi returned that evening with a pretty, voluptuous blonde. Barely draped in clothes. He walked her in by holding the back of her neck. "Raven, this is Bonnie. She is going to teach you what pleasing me should look like." "Pleasing a man." Bonnie corrected. "Only man she'll be pleasing is me." Mardichi scoffed. "Poor thing." Bonnie shot her a sympathetic look. "Don't make me sound as bad as that." "You're not." Bonnie said quickly. "You're a kind one, you are. It's just your part." She gestured.