Bonnie Withered Novels & Stories

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

She rushed over and slapped me hard, pointing at the black shrouds draped throughout the house, shouting, “You little brat! Are you insane? Do you want to die? I see you’ve gone mad! “You called to curse your Grandpa into prison, and now you hang these shrouds in the house? What do you think you’re doing?” Sophia, linking her arm with Mom’s, tried to appease her. “Yes, Charlotte, you can’t be upset just because Mom and Ethan went to Moonlake with me and didn’t bring you. “Look at all this is so morbid! And cursing Grandpa… Please don’t do that. Next time, we’ll take you with us, okay? Don’t blame me. I’m sorry…”

The drive home took thirty minutes but felt like three hours. Bonnie didn't speak. Just drove, her eyes occasionally flicking to Rosa in the w mirror with something that might have been pity. When they pulled up to Rosa's house the house she'd left days ago as a different person—Rosa couldn't move. "You should go in," Bonnie said quietly. "I don't know what to say to them." "The truth, maybe?" "The truth will destroy them." "The lies already have." Bonnie unlocked the doors. "Go, Mrs. Blackwood. Your children need you."

Cassius also said coldly, with a threatening look in his eyes. Even if Bonnie was old, she would still be responsible for all the wrong things that she had done. "I... Not me! Miss, it is not me to carry you. Don't look for me, look for her!" Bonnie was so scared that she sat on the flowerbed and started to cry while covering her face with her hands. While crying, she mumbled to herself, "I knew that doing this kind of thing would be detrimental to my virtue. My son is dead, and my husband is also dead. Leaving me alone. It is my retribution! I should die."

As long as she lives and still has faith, she will never escape Ben Brown' palm. At the edge of the cliff, Abbtt Hawk's men were shot, Bonnie Brown could not retreat, and the white gauze skirt was like a blooming lotus flower, swaying in the cold wind of despair.

he whispers. Bonnie was very worried about the crying woman, and says "What if she's nice? Some Black people are nice to us." Donald angrily told Loria "SOME." _ Bonnie became even more concerned and foolishly decided to go on her own, saying "Let's go see. I hope she doesn't have weapons, I'll just peek."

Yet, she hadn’t come in to see her. "Mom..." Lucille whispered, her voice tinged with sadness. "Don’t worry about her. She’ll get through it," Louis interrupted softly. Lucille hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you think I shouldn't have broken the bond?" Her voice was full of pain. Louis paused, putting the herbs down, and looked at her seriously. "Do you want the truth?" he asked gently. Lucille nodded, her eyes wide with expectation. "That bond was long overdue to be broken," he whispered.

And in the crackling of the firelight, with the storm howling outside, one question seared in my breast, louder than any thunder: If he really didn't want me... Why did it seem like his rejection was the most deadly type of want? "Why did his rejection hurt more than Andrew's betrayal?"

"A shell of her former self, eh? That's spot on, Grandpa. Let's just focus on ourselves from now on. They're nothing to us." He nodded in agreement. "I won't get worked up because of her anymore. We'll live well together." Jolene dropped by not long after. She came bearing gifts for Bruce, but didn't plead for Leon. "Bruce, I'll get to the end of this. I'm just glad you're alright." Bruce didn't give her a warm response. She felt guilty and left on her own. However, she felt an odd sense of emptiness growing inside her as she walked away, leaving her increasingly uneasy. She lit a cigarette—something she hadn't touched in a long time.

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.