Bonnie X Chica Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hello, my name is Bonnie. I'm the manager of the publicity department." Bonnie's wide toothed gleaming grin and bright red lipstick complimented her suit coat and skirt. Her extended fake lashes flowed as she slowly blinked and her deeply brown eyes sparkled. She was sexy. "I'm Ada and this is Mila." Ada raised her eyebrows and smiled suggestively. "You know, 'Miss M'." "Oh, I most certainly do!" Bonnie said, clasping her hands together, widening her eyes. "You probably have no idea about our accounting ledgers but let me tell you, your reviews spiked sales at least thirty percent."

Bonnie asked "Where is Loria? Are those my babies? How many did I have?" _ Bonnie's two extra babies had the XXXY chromosomal disorder due to her age, she gave out too many X's because when making a son, the mother gives an X and the father gives a Y and they came out Hermaphrodites, then with her two other babies, one was a XY only boy and the other a XX girl. _ Girls are supposed to only have XX chromosomes, boys are supposed to only have XY chromosomes. The doctors took the babies to a real NICU when Bonnie was busying looking at her dad. Bonnie gave birth at three months.

Jackie asked. “Bonnie, she . . . she works as a dominatrix for elite businessmen. She lets them come to her house from Phoenix on the weekends; a couple of hours per customer. Marty found out and takes a percentage of her profits. Poor girl had to do something. They had laid her off at the post office and she was only part-time there to begin with.” Jackie and Jodi stood in stunned silence.

She was damn beautiful and her voice was like someone pouring honey in ears. Yaad aa jati hai mujhe wo Teri hasi, Muskura jati hai khud Ye palken meri. (I remember your beautiful Smile, My lips automatically curves In a smile) She was amazing, I met many girls in business parties and all but they all were clingy but she was different, different from everyone and unique. I don't know why but just thinking about her my lips automatically curves in a smile. Ok so now lets end this now, we will meet later.

I was now hitched up to my gorgeous mom all neat and legal. As we headed back to the room, we passed this sleazy looking blonde, wearing a tube top, too short to cover her phoenix bird across her back. Her hip-hugging tattered Levi's were barely above her puss...you could even see the tattoos that were below her beltline. She wore flip-flops. She was about 20 I guessed.

Nanna chuckled before proclaiming, "Oh, I know the reason why you're buttering me up with kisses Dada's Izzy! I'll definitely make some yummy churros for you but before that, let's eat first. My mouth has been watering for so long and I can't wait to taste my chica's cooking!" At that, Maxwell gave her a stunned look before questioning, "Chica?" "Yup, chica! She's my chica from now henceforth!"

"Bonnie..." Before Chloe could finish, a tall dark girl walked over to us. She looked like she was searching for someone, before our eyes met. I let my gaze sweep her body, the feline way in which she strided over, her body posture... She would make a good model, if she was not already one. "My name is Alia. I am looking for Miss Bonnie Trevino?" My brows creased. What now? "I was asked to model for you." Chloe and I glanced at each other. "For me? By who?"

Bonnie sniggered as they took their seats. They picked up the menu from the table and skimmed through it. "What would you like to have, ma'am? I think I'm already in love with the tortilla de patatas." Bonnie licked her lips. She's always been a fan of Spanish dishes. "I'll just go with macaroni and cheese," Adira muttered, still reading through the menu. "Alright, ma'am! I'll go place our orders," Bonnie stood up excitedly and left. As Bonnie left, Adira cast a sidelong glance at her. She was twenty-three years old and started working with her from the first day she was assigned to the company. So far, she's been very sweet.

Appearances were deceiving. I opened my fried chicken and set it out on plates, then set about dressing my salad with the vinaigrette. We opened all the containers one by one, setting them out. Ashton and Zayn had brought all the other food, which consisted of mini sausage burgers, salsa with chips and chicken noodle salad. Melisa had brought along fresh fruit, understandable as she seemed to live on fruit. No wonder the girl had skin like peaches and cream. Zayn and Ashton left to get the drinks out of the fridge.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”