Bonnie Withered Novels & Stories

Then movement—four powerful shapes pushing through toxic smoke, wolves manifesting as shadows. "Alpha's daughter! Hold fast! Your father's pack has come! The Northern wolves have breached the silver!" Strong arms lifted me from wreckage, carrying me away from the burning territory of the male who discarded me like ash, away from the broken bond that had been my cage, toward freedom. "Please hang on—the bond of blood calls you home—" I gritted my teeth and wrote my name in blood across the Bond Severance Scroll. Pain tore through me. Then black.

on her. Before her hands could fully heal, news came that she had been beaten again, leaving her paralyzed. As for Marco, after losing me, he drowned himself in alcohol, abandoning all family duties. By the time he'd discovered his stomach cancer, it was already too late. One night, I got a call from an unknown number. The voice was weak and pleading. "Anna, I'm dying… Do you still love me…" "No." "Amore, who's that on the phone?"

"He said he finally understands that duty and love can go together. And that I… I am the duty he's willing to embrace for the rest of his life." "Enough!" Pure, untamed power surged through me—the strength of my bloodline. CRACK. The jade bracelet on her wrist shattered, the pieces scattering across the floor. "AH!" Bonnie let out a piercing scream. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her stomach. "Help! Help me! She's trying to kill me! My stomach… my baby!" I stared, stunned at her performance. There was no blood. No wound. She was acting. But frantic footsteps were already pounding down the hall.

But it was Bonnie who crushed my soul. I needed to decompress after the last couple of days I’ve had. Grace slid into the booth across from me as I sipped the red wine. “I came as quickly as I could. How’s Bonnie?” Her eyes were full of concern. “It was awful, Grace. She’s weak and in so much pain.” She clasped my hand on the table. “Bonnie will be okay.” Her face beamed with an unshakable surety. I couldn’t hold back my grief any longer. My heart was in agony.

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Shaking her head in disappointment for having to ask, I took Ada by the hand and helped her off the last rung. The stress of hiding us was written all over Ada, her face etched in worry, her shoulders stooped a little lower, and her bright eyes had lost some of their shine. She smoothed her apron with her hands. Her brow furrowed as she looked at the faces in the room. “I have much to tell you,” she said with a sad smile. “Have you seen Jackson or Fenis?” Aunt Bonnie asked. She missed her husband and had been a nervous wreck since his departure.

Wilde tried again, this time kneeling in front of her on one knee and a hard look whilst pointing at the object. “Taylor Wilde, answer me. Did you open this book?” Bonnie’s eyes welled up and tears threatened to fall. He nodded. How he wished she did not. Her father stood and let out a breath. “Follow me, Bonnie.”

"And now she's dead?" "No!" I barked. "We'll find someone else! Someone better who can do what she did!" "She's dead," Elliot said again, this time like it physically hurt. "And I—" "Don't you dare shed a tear for that bitch!" I snarled, rage bubbling out of me. "Bonnie's dead! Why the hell are we even still talking about her?! Let that bitch rest in hell where she-" CRACK. My head whipped sideways from the force.

Halle yelled, and Hazel squeezed her eyes shut. Finn reached for my hand, stroking it as I shut my eyes, trying to think of only positive things, but Bonnie’s voice rose again. “You let him kill me. You moved on, and I cannot rest in peace, Bella. What happened to ‘Bella and Bonnie forever?’” Her words pierced me, and tears fell from my eyes, but I kept them shut, trying to focus on Halle’s voice. I pressed Finn’s hand harder, but suddenly, I felt another hand on my left. I opened my eyes to see Bonnie’s hand on mine.

"Mom, please look at me! Please!" Elena looked down at the daughter she'd once loved with her entire being, but she didn't bend down to pick her up. Instead, she gently pried Charlotte's hands off her gown. "Goodbye, Charlotte. Goodbye, Benjamin. Don't come looking for me again. You should live your lives because I have one of my own now." When she turned, she could hear Lucas struggling to hold himself together and the children sobbing hysterically behind her. But when she returned to the venue and saw Calliope running toward her with the flower basket and Caspian smiling at her in the sunlight, the sound of crying seemed to fade.