Bonnie X Foxy Novels & Stories

I stammer out, and Hendrix chuckles at my hesitation. Willow nods at me and turns the radio on. Foxy Lady. She hums along to it, swaying in her seat. I can tell every movement is deliberate, designed to tease me. “What’s your wolf’s name?” I blurt out. “Jamie,” she says, smiling up at me. “Jamie?” I snort. “Are you for real?” “Yeah,” her brows furrow the slightest bit. It’s adorable. “What is yours?” “Hendrix,” he speaks through me, and I don’t have to think too hard to know my eyes are rimmed with red right now.

“And please, do forgive my state of appearance. After seeing the rest of your apparel, it is quite clear my dear friend had all too much fun shopping for mine.” The joke has its intended effect, replacing the newly formed splinters of strain with relaxation as the lot of them chuckles at my expense. Who would have ever guessed a macabre vampire providing a placating calm? Certainly not me. While it seems Beau has lost his appetite, Bonnie only waits a polite, cursory minute before exploring the offerings of snacks. There are few bottled juices and a platter of assorted meats and cheeses. Her fingers hover above the tray before selecting a block of cheese and popping it into her mouth.

Bonnie and Gavin move the coffee table out of the centre. "You're sure about this Diana?" Gavin checks. "Yes" No. "Does it hurt?" I ask Bonnie "It's not nice but you get used to it after a few thousand times" she says jokingly as she strips down to her bare skin. I nod my head. I watch as Bonnie's skin grows fur, her bones snap and contort but worst was watching her fingers snap one by one followed by her tail growing. Until there's a big fucking Auburn coloured wolf stood in my lounge!

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

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

She smiled, " Faye, and your name is? " "Tristan.......Tristan Powell at your service my lady", he bowed theatrically. "Nice to meet you Tristan", she laughed enjoying his pleasant manner. "And you my lady are no doubt the most beautiful here", his husky sexy voice complimented. Faye blushed, looking around she noticed the model was not there. "Would you like to Dance with me Faye? "Tristan asked stretching his long muscular hands to her. "Yeah! Sure", when her hands met his She gulped.

"But prospects who don't have mates can have any of the Blood Dogs they feel comfortable with turn them." My mind wandered to when I'd thought about the possibility of Cyrus turning me. "Just keep your distance and see what happens," I told myself as we entered Bonnie's trailer. She put on her robe and started a pot of coffee. "Oh, I've got something for you," she added as she headed toward her tiny bedroom. "Bonnie, you've given me way too much already." "Well," she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without."

Closing my eyes, I took her hands in mine. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had no other choice. I had lost so much already and I wasn't losing Nina this time. I felt the magic come alive in my bones like fire—natural, forbidden, desperate. I hadn't summoned a spell in so long, especially since— I could feel light spread beneath my skin and through hers. “Goddess of the moon, let her wounds be undone, bring back the broken, make her whole as one.” As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place.

As Darian begged on his knees, I didn't even bother to look up. I just kept stroking the trembling snow wolf pup in my arms. "Maeve, please..." Darian’s voice cracked with a sob. "I know Amara was behind the silver fox, that she cut herself at the clinic..." "I know everything," he wept. "Please forgive me. Give me one more chance." I finally lifted my head to look at him. "You think that's what I care about?"

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.