Bonnie Cookie Novels & Stories

“I’ve got this if you want to head over to Jasper’s.” Bonnie gave me a dubious look, like she didn’t quite believe I could hold down the fort. I straightened my shoulders and grinned. “I won’t even pocket the profits or anything.” Her eyes sharpened and I raised a hand. “Relax. I was kidding.” With one last look, she walked away and left me alone with a table full of treats that looked so delicious they practically glowed with heavenly light. My eyes landed on a particularly tempting cherry pie. It wasn’t the profits Bonnie should have worried about…

But the spark pulsed once—playful reminder. Bonnie leaned back, staring at the fogged windows. City lights blurred outside. She traced the glow with one finger. Warm. Alive. Watching her back. “What are you really?” she whispered, voice quieter now, almost scared. We are the Honeyswarm, they answered, voices overlapping like a warm hug. And you’re gonna love what we do next. She grinned—slow, dirty, even through the fear. “Yeah?” she said to the empty room. “Bring it in.I’m going to the clinic tomorrow to take you all out.”

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.”

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…”

"But prospects who don't have mates can have any of the Blood Dogs they feel comfortable with turn them." My mind wandered to when I'd thought about the possibility of Cyrus turning me. "Just keep your distance and see what happens," I told myself as we entered Bonnie's trailer. She put on her robe and started a pot of coffee. "Oh, I've got something for you," she added as she headed toward her tiny bedroom. "Bonnie, you've given me way too much already." "Well," she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without."

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.