Bonnie Shelby Novels & Stories

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.”

A moment passed, and I continued, “Was she working with you?” Bonnie pressed her lips tight, and seconds passed, close to a minute, before she finally nodded. “Yes. Marla is in it too.” There was a pause before she pressed her eyes shut, almost like her next words would tear something inside her. Then she finally added, “Marla was the friend that connected me with Reid Shane.” My heart dropped to my stomach as she confirmed my suspicions. I heard the sound of footsteps from behind me, and I didn't need to turn around before I realized it was Adrian.

"You look amazing today! This dress is from NE, right? I've seen it in magazines. It looks better on you than on the model." Shelby was about twenty years old. She had a slim figure. With her long chestnut hair casually tied up, she looked very cute, just as sweet as her role. But actually, she wasn't as gentle as she looked. She replied in a bland tone, "Something wrong?"

Bonnie and a strange man were locked in each other's arms, doing unspeakable things. "It's Bonnie! That's Bonnie!" a reporter shouted, recognizing her instantly. Click! Click! Flash after flash lit up the room. There was no way the reporters would miss such explosive news. The woman wasn't me, but Bonnie was a rising star— and Bruce's girlfriend, the CEO of Lady Fashion. Bonnie snapped back to her senses at the sound. She looked down to see herself completely exposed, and the reporters swarming to capture every angle. Snatching up her clothes to cover her body, Bonnie broke down. "Stop! Don't take pictures!"

Mr Lee said and went outside to make an urgent call. Nicki moved her mouth to Alexis ear and whispered, " what is StarForce?" she asked and he smiled before whispering back to her. " it is a modeling company, and we are having an Ad there tomorrow" Alexis said and she nodded even though she has a bad feeling about it. " they are really get along" xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded.

He was always attached to another woman. “All those magazines and stories, seeing him with a new woman every night… I think I saw who he wanted me to see at the time, who he wanted everyone to see, and now the real him finally came out.” Bonnie pressed her lips together as she bit back a smile before cracking, “I think he needs to do a better job of controlling how and where he comes. Period.” “Really?” I asked, expressionless as she began to giggle. “Now is not the time for jokes about getting knocked up.”

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…”

The woman wore a black beanie and black denim. "Hi." She waved happily at Khai. I turned back at him. "A friend of yours?" I asked with a brow up. He rolled his head back and she approached. "I'm sorry, has he already slept with you?" she teased. The girl patted my shoulder and grimaced. "I'm sorry to come onto you like that, I'm Bonny, Khai's ex. Lol, one of his hoes like others would say. Welcome to the club." Her black hair turned with her when she grabbed a chair to join us.

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.

Drunk In My Mind ~ Benson Boone Adea A range of thoughts and emotions flit through me as I wonder how Gabe is here and then why. A fiendish idea comes to mind and an equally devilish smile spreads across my face. Because there was only one reason Gabe would be here this morning. Dropping my phone, I moved to get up, my leg shifting when I’m held back down. Shane’s grip had tightened, and he was refusing to let me get away. I definitely didn’t miss the hardness digging into my belly.