Bonnie Stitch Novels & Stories

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.

Bonnie continued, “My sister and Nathan, they were very close, and he missed her so much, so he wanted me to take her place.” “Are you insinuating that they had a physical relationship?” I questioned. She nods, “They did.” I suppress my laughter, my lips curving into a smirk. Bonnie was manipulative, a snake that concealed the venom on her tongue behind a sweet and innocent demeanour. Ma Cherie wouldn’t play victim like this; she wouldn’t be able to mask her true emotions. The disdain would harden her features, heat flourishing in those clear orbs while her body remained composed under the intensity.

Amber glanced at me as if to check if I was following, satisfied I was, she continued. “ one interesting fact too, each daughter name was also engraved on it as well." “ like?" I asked. “ her name's Alina Taylor, and her daughter name was Amara Lawson. Meaning her daughter name would be engraved on the needle as she passes it on and non till it gets to the current " “ why does it sound crazy? " “ because it's important. I know it's weird but that's the way it's been done. Note that I also said when the daughter was old enough to understand the importance of the needle."

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

“Let's get your measurements first. There's always a chance that we won't have to do too much tailoring to make the dress work for you.” “I'll keep my fingers crossed,” Lily said. “Good.” Bonnie unraveled the cloth tape measure and stretched it between her hands. “Alright, hold your hands up in the air and I'll get your waist measurement.” Bonnie moved around Lily quickly, taking measurements and immediately jotting them down onto a small notepad. It was clear she had done this thousands of times before. She didn't even have to speak. She just went to work. “You're fast,” Lily said. Bonnie shrugged. “I've done this a time or two. That's really all it is. Practice, practice, practice.”

If whatever it was that Bonnie needed to show us involved our bond then he needed to be a part of it too. Once Liam joined us, we all gave Bonnie our full attention. “Alright, Bonnie. What is it?” Ella asked. “Okay, now, don’t be mad,” Bonnie said meekly. “I didn’t tell anyone about your double bond; however, I couldn’t get it out of my head and decided to do a little searching around.” My brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”

Jeremy’s disapproving shake of the head did nothing to stop Bonita’s determined movements inside a third-floor room of the bridal shop. One of the five sewing rooms had been cleared out so Bonita could freely work on a dress for her mother, assisted by Theo as her helper. The two of them had been engrossed in their work ever since Bonita had cleverly extracted her father’s opinion on which design he liked best, without revealing who the dress was for. Various types of fabric had already been cut into shape and were being applied to a faceless mannequin. Theo worked swiftly to prepare all the accessories needed to complete the dress, including stitching intricate details and sourcing addition

instead. Just as I was about to ask the makeup artist to get started, Bonnie suddenly spoke in a frosty tone. “Miss Smith, you really expect me to wear this for the shoot?” My brow furrowed slightly. “Is something wrong with the dress?” Bonnie slowly turned around—and when she did, everyone in the studio gasped in shock. Down the back of the dress was a neat row of moonstone buttons, glimmering like scattered moonlight against the fiery red fabric.

I replied, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Bonnie chuckled softly; her eyes glimmered in delight as she adjusted a pin near my waist. "And now, you'll be the most stunning bride I've designed for this year. This gown," she gestured grandly, "is crafted to make you stand out. So you better stand straight, my dear." I did as I was told. I watched her expert movements, each measurement and adjustment made with precision and care. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined." The gown was an exquisite design of ivory satin that flowed like liquid with each movement I made. The bodice was meticulously embellished with hand-stitched lace and tiny, shimmering pearls that climbed to an elegan