Bonnie Situation Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

"Bonnie asked you to come back?" blurted Luna immediately, her eyebrows furrowed upon hearing Christopher's response. "How is that possible? Christopher, do you know what you're talking about?" Bonnie had been in a coma for two days. When Jim and Rosalyn contacted Christopher yesterday, Bonnie was already lying on the bed without the ability to talk or move. Christopher must have decided to disobey Rosalyn and return to Merchant City secretly on his own, yet he dared say Bonnie made him do it. It was just impossible!

I frowned, disgusted at the sight of them. "Or what?" Bonnie chuckled. "Come on girl, don't play hard to get. How much does Frank pay you to fuck you? Fifty dollars with his broke ass? I'll give you two hundred. My place, with my girl, we could have a threesome." He tucked my hair behind my ear. "What the fuck are you doing, stay away from her!" I heard Frank's bellow as he entered the cafeteria.

I smiled at Mary, the beautiful and happily mated vampire receptionist, my eyes communicating with hers to see how deeply fucked I was. The subtle shake of her head told me all there was to know. And that was that Mary had no idea what was about to go down. Shit. My mother had always warned me about my mouth getting me in trouble. And now here I was. Sir Max knocked solemnly on the door marked Richard Drebeille~HOA and my palms became clammy. What if I had pushed my luck too far this time? There was a subtle 'come in' from the other side of the door and I caught Sir Max's smirk and the flash of his fangs as he opened the door for me.

He continued to struggle and fight back, desperate to convince himself that this was only a setup, some scheme Irene had devised to force him into admitting that he was Oscar Stone. "That's rich." Irene smirked as her heel tapped faintly against the floor. "Take a client's money, handle a client's problem. I'm only doing what I've been paid to do. Whether you're Oscar Stone or not, what does that have to do with me? If you're not, even better. Either way, I get to enjoy quite a show tonight." She glanced toward the bed, and Oscar followed her gaze. Bonnie was petite and hopelessly overpowered. Milo had already pinned her down on the bed.

Alice answered almost instantly. Bonnie grinned waggishly. "I have never seen you like this, never. And I didn't want to believe it was for a man but…" She trailed off, rocking her shoulders to hit Alice's. "Tell me the sex was good at least." Alice froze a bit then looked up. The sex wasn't even good, it was amazing. It just felt wrong talking to Bonnie about it but she seemed to get the idea. Her ear-to-ear grin said it all.

"Then maybe we should just offer you to him since you’re the one who owes him!" Before her father could respond, Bonnie stepped forward, placing a thick brown envelope on the table. "Mario Manzoni won’t be coming after anyone," she said calmly. "You know nothing, child," Anna's father snapped. "Mario is the most ruthless man I’ve ever known. What makes you so sure?" Bonnie's gaze was steady. "Because Mario Manzoni is dead. And these pictures are proof." The room fell into stunned silence. Anna's eyes narrowed as she turned to Damon. "Did you kill him?"

The truth was revealed. Right after I finished, Bonnie suddenly grabbed his head and began to roll on the floor in agony. "My head hurts! My hands!" I watched, expressionless. I knew the system had made its move. Once the host's fraud was fully exposed and his mind began to collapse, that parasitic existence on him would trigger its punishment programming. It came to reclaim everything it had given. After a while, Bonnie stopped fighting. He lay on the stage with empty eyes, like a puppet whose strings had been cut and whose soul had been taken away.

he asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone teasing like he was playing a game I wasn’t aware of. Damnit, why didn't I notice he was always like this, a smug, petty fellow who cared about nothing but himself? “Why did you do it, Williams?” I demanded, my voice low and tense. He blinked at me, his face a picture of fake innocence. “Do what?” he asked, as if he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. I felt my jaw tighten. “The article,” I said, leaning forward. “The one about a board member of Blackwood Suite caught in a romantic position with an underage male. Does that ring a bell now?” I asked

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“D-Don’t stop.” He kissed along my jaw and down the curve of my neck, driving me closer to the edge. My body was buzzing. He pressed the heel of his palm back to my clit and sent me clear over the edge. My vision blurred as my muscles clenched and spasmed uncontrollably. Knock! Knock! Knock! A sharp gasp flew out of my mouth. I snapped my head toward the door and then back at Arthur who appeared just as bewildered as me. “Ella? Arthur?” a soft voice called from the other side. “It’s me, Bonnie. I think I found something you guys should see. It may involve your bond.”