Bonnie Stitch Novels & Stories

The young lass giggled, having understood what she meant. "Look, let's go back to your issue at hand, alright? Let's not make this about me." The redhead dropped the knife on the table and wiped her hands on her apron. She approached Bonnie, and the lass took a pause in mixing the porridge. "Is there really nothing else you want to do?" "Like what?" "I don't know... what are you really good at?" Bonnie took a moment to think. "I'm good at whining, mummy said. Pops said that it is the perfect quality for a wife." They both giggled. "I like knitting but... I don't want to be a spinster!"

The bell jiggled, alerting us of the next activity which was sport. A smile tugged my lips as I got on both feet, straightening my long blonde hair along. Bonnie's eyes were on my neck and with a smile, she said, “I'm glad you were able to conceal the mark. It's quite better this way. At least no one will get so nosy and curious to know who your mate is when they aren't able to see it.” “Thanks for the idea. Come on, let's go for sport,”

This is a part white clan witches do not what to walk on because it takes a thousand years to walk out of it. Stone might have underestimated Bonnie but the truth is, she can still kick his ass without killing him. Bonnie conjured a white orb in her palm and blasted Stone with it knocking him down. She quickly grabbed Lucas and with a snap of her fingers, they both disappeared into white glowing light. BONNIE’S MAGICAL STORE:

She quickly smiled and asked, "how is it? Is it almost healed?" Bonnie suddenly came to her senses, suppressing the tears in her eyes, she carefully covered Samantha's wound with gauze. Nodding kindly, she said, "It is almost healed and the wound is well stitched. It mist likely won't leave a scar" Samantha looked at her and couldn't help but smile. She immediately changed the topic and said, "You must be eating out every day these days. Look at your face, it's breaking out" Bonnie helped Samantha put on her gown and tied it tight behind her back. She glowered at her and said, "Breaking out means that I am still young, okay?"

To be specific, she had made it for him. About six months ago, she had heard an old wives' tale about how to keep a man by her side, one should make him a set of clothes with her bare hands. Because of this, Bonnie had started learning how to tailor and make clothes from scratch. However, she had no talent in this at all, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not make him a nice, proper-looking suit. In the end, Luna was the one who had suggested that she make Jim a set of pajamas instead, after watching her try and fail many times.

My eyelids grow heavy and I doze off. "Knock knock" Bonnie says as she walks in my room. I sit up to look at her. She's dressed in a skin tight silver mini dress which literally stops just below her ass and silver stilettos with straps that wrap up her legs like snakes. Her blonde hair is slicked back into a high pony tail and her blood red lips match her nails. "Wow" I say genuinely "How long was I asleep for?" Thinking it must have been ages for her to complete that look.

This day was all too surreal. "Did you save Gracie?" I asked, my eyes still on the blonde woman "How did you….," I found myself unable to form the rest of the sentence, through the whirlwind of emotions that raced inside my mind. Bonnie smiled and nodded gracefully "I did save Gracie," she paused "I was hired as a decoy by Rory Roth to fool Gracie into thinking I was her Mother. To lull her into a false sense of security so she would stay with us," I could see the look in Bonnie's eyes she resented every going along with the plan "But I saw how Rory was treating Gracie, giving her medication to change her,"

"I am so sorry." "I hope the both of you don't plan to spend the day apologizing to me?" My heart was beating, and happiness settled at the core of my being. "Hey!" Bonnie called our attention. She was dressed in a royal blue dress, that screamed to everyone that she was a fashion designer. "I am going to be needing a moment with the bride." My parents nodded in understanding, while I walked up to Bonnie. She took my hand and dragged to another room, after telling Ari to wait for us.

The stinger's resistance ceased as its life was extinguished. "Grab! Bonbon, grab!" The threads from Bonbon's form tightened further, constricting around the two remaining stingers. He exerted his inner strength, using the threads to choke the life out of them. His determination and command over the threads were undeniable, a show of mastery over his powers.

And then after that, she would repeat the same cycle she had these days: Wait for his return, have a little bit of rest, eat, and then repeat. Bonnie looked up from the book she had been reading, "Go ahead and rest." "Aren't you gonna do the same as well?" she asked her. She jumped from the crooked windowsill where she had been sitting in the morning, and now it is early afternoon. "I will, soon after I finish a chapter." "Alright, then." "See you at dinner," Bonnie said before she left. "I will," she replied. As she near her bedroom door, she came across Suzanne walking in the opposite direction. When they met in between, both of the ladies stopped to give each other acknowledging smile.