Bonnie Winterbottom Novels & Stories

Britney slapped a hand over her mouth and gagged. "You're free to throw up, just know you'll clean up after you are done," Winter replied before I could. I didn't know when she came back in. "It's your job to clean!" Britney exclaimed. "It's the work of the omega," said Winter. "You're not different from an Omega!" Retorted Britney. I saw Winter take in a deep breath before releasing it slowly. She was probably trying not to lose her cool, but with Britney, I didn't think she would succeed in that.

When he reached the healer's quarters, Axel grabbed the head healer by the collar. "Tell me how a she-wolf who just miscarried, broke her ribs, and had 800 milliliters of blood drained managed to knock out guards and escape!" The head healer trembled. "She... She pulled out the needle after the blood draw and jumped out the window..." A young healer nearby said quietly, "Didn't she knock people out before running?" The stories did not match.

"What's crazy is how well Winter handled herself. I mean, dragging Braxton out of that freezing water? She's impressive, man." Winter. Just thinking about her sent warmth rippling through the cold I felt. "You know," I said, uncrossing my arms, "I overheard Braxton talking about her just the other day. He wouldn't shut up about how she's a fantastic swimmer. She broke the ten-minute record in that underground pool in front of half the young warriors." "Really?" Preston sounded genuinely impressed. "That's quite the feat for someone so slight." "Yeah, exactly," I nodded, the casual admiration in my tone revealing how much she had already fascinated me.

"Mom and dad, I present to you Rex's baby mama or can I say his future wife?" "What?!" Everyone chorused except Gina and Rex. He's had enough already, why is this girl after his life. He thought ruffling through his hair frustrated already. "Hello everyone, my name is Bonnie, I carry Rex's baby. And I have every evidence to prove he's the father of my baby." Bonnie said with a smirk at the edge of lips. Her eyes met with Rex.... She won't back down no matter what... Never!

MEGAN “SO HOW’S the new manager?” I asked Camila since Kyland was going to manage the soon-to-open Night Stalker. “You’re going to love her. Her name is Winter.” “Why do I feel like she’s gonna find the love of her life in the nightclub?” Camila giggled, showing me the guilty-looked in her eyes. “She has a sense of style, has a side-shave fiery redhead, and not to mention, she’s funny. Pyke likes her immediately.”

A few days later, Winter announced her death and proclaimed revenge against the one who dared to sabotage him. It wasn't just that. Ashton Graham had also just welcomed his first daughter. We found out about this a while ago, connecting the dots and doing tests I managed to find out that Melody Boucher is not legitimate. She herself confessed to me, some time later, who she was and who her biological parents were. At first I thought with some certainty that they were twins. Now I know that is not so. They have nothing to do with it. “Get Dane,” I ask Trevor as he drives, while I call Caleb.

With a perplexed expression, Bonnie turned to Nadia and asked, "Nadia, do you feel a sudden chill?" Nadia, familiar with Liam's knack for sending chilly vibes when displeased, expected Liam to seize the opportunity to teach Wyatt a lesson. So, instead of revealing anything, she responded, "Feeling cold, you say? Should I turn up the heat?" Bonnie, inherently frugal, never indulged in using air conditioning, whether it be during the scorching summer or the chilly winter. Especially now, with winter yet to set in, she didn't see a point in turning up the heat.

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

I saw her and my ex mate spill that drink all over you " "Who's your ex? " I quized in curiousity. " Morgana , the white haired wolf. " " She's a winter wolf descent." He explained . "She's pretty right?." I nodded in agreement . " Too bad her attitude doesn't suit her face." I smiled. He looked at me and we both laughed . "In there felt stuffy, I came out to unwind." "Parties are not really my thing." He said. I was thrilled to find someone who disliked parties as much as I did.

The squawks of seagulls and the mild dampness in the air were like white noise to Taylor as he rehashed last night’s conversation. “So much for not keeping secrets,” “Hey,” a mysterious voice called out to Taylor. Taylor stopped spraying and whipped around to see Bonnie approach. “Look, if you’re here to narc on me like those jerks from yesterday, all these buildings are abandoned. No one should be ticked off if I paint them,” warned Taylor. “Hell, dude, I’m not a narc,” Bonnie said. She pointed at her camera and continued, “I’m a photographer. My name is Bonnie, Bonnie Gates.”