Bonnie Foxy Novels & Stories

Faith has no other option but to trust him. Therefore, she had decided to revisit Xon in the hope of getting any lead. She put on her ankle boots, a black button-up blouse, and a pair of jeans. She tied her long hair into a ponytail before she stared into her tired eyes in the mirror. With a last glance at her appearance, she took some money, her hotel key card, her credit card, and her phone and left to pay Mateo Nixon another visit.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

It sounds right. “Tell me what you want, Faye,” I say as I stand up in front of her. She pants as she tries to touch me and I shake my head. Her eyes go wide as I stroke my cock. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Faye,” I say and Bonnie looks at me as her fingers caress her nipple. “I want you to suck here,” she says. She pinches her nipple and I smirk, taking one step closer to her, taking her nipple into my mouth.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

he asked. "It doesn't always have to be work all the time," Bonnie answered on my behalf. "I just want to chat a little with my boss. Did Allison tell you she hit the jackpot?" Bonnie asked. "Jackpot?" Stefan furrowed his eyebrows. "Allison McCall made a lovely dress for one of the biggest celebrity models in California. Bravo!" Bonnie said, clapping her hands. "Really?" Stefan asked with a smile, clearly happy about it. "It's not something to brag about," I mumbled with a smile.

She scoops it up and rubs it against her pussy hole. Fuck me. I grow impossibly hard, watching her. I lift her up and position her against the cell. I’m rough with it but Bonnie doesn’t seem to mind. She spreads her legs open, already anticipating my pulsing cock, sliding into her dripping entrance. I waste no time slamming my cock into her wet cunt. I go all the way in, burying my cock deep inside her pussy. Bonnie bangs her fists against the cell and cries out. “Fuucck!”

Alex scolded her and turned to the doctor. "She's sorry ma'am, don't Mind her, she just gets cranky at times" Alex said as she smiled. "Hmm, this kid got a big mouth there right? How old is she? Is she up to 6?" Doc Erica asked which made Bonnie got more pissed off. "I'm 9! 9! Not 6" Bonnie screamed back. "And why do I have this feeling that I've seen you somewhere before? Well I'll figure that out" she said to Bonnie and smiled as she turned to the Freaks.

I said, savouring her souring expression. “Which makes you disposable. Why would he need you here when he has me.” I chuckled mockingly. Bonnie let out a demonic scream, piercing my eardrums and slapping me, setting my cheeks on fire. She was ready to pounce, but I wasn’t giving her a second chance, sliding out of her path. She fell onto the ground, mortification colouring her cheeks while her eyes flashed with fury. “You fucking bitch.” She spat. Bending at the waist, giving her a half-smile. “Takes one to know one.”

She could not have had an even wilder wishful thinking. That night, Bonnie, who was the fake Yvonne, came to Marcus' study and asked in a very coquettish manner, "Darling, can you…hug me to sleep tonight? I miss your hugs too much."

As Darian begged on his knees, I didn't even bother to look up. I just kept stroking the trembling snow wolf pup in my arms. "Maeve, please..." Darian’s voice cracked with a sob. "I know Amara was behind the silver fox, that she cut herself at the clinic..." "I know everything," he wept. "Please forgive me. Give me one more chance." I finally lifted my head to look at him. "You think that's what I care about?"