Fixed Withered Bonnie Novels & Stories

Renee calls, her faint Spanish accent making my surname sound almost thrilling. “Yes? Umm…” “Renee,” she supplies, though I feign forgetfulness. “Dinner’s ready, Mr. Whitlock.” She gestures to the table. I nod slowly. “You can call Mrs. Whitlock; I’m not hungry,” I say, hoping to end this interaction. She frowns slightly. “Mrs. Whitlock already had dinner and asked me to prepare this for you.” “Oh. Well, I’m not hungry. You can clear the table and toss it away,” I reply dismissively, eager to escape. Her eyes make me feel vulnerable, and my instincts urge me to grab her and kiss her. I sound like a jerk.

“Alright. It was my cousin. I think— no, I am very sure he grew an interest in you, particularly that day when we went out.” “Your cousin?” Elinor meant to ask which cousin was it, but Bonnie only nods her head, saying “Yes. Well, that’s not really the main point. The point is that I made a deal with him. That is, if I make you go talk to him, he’d go and buy me the newest book of Fyodor.” Bonnie said, grinning from ear to ear. Elinor gasped, and clung her arm to Bonnie’s “Fyodor! Are you for real? I’d go talk to him then only if you ask him to buy two of those.”

he paused Sited on the golden like throne, his word made me lift my head shocked. As if feeling my grazed the chief meet my eyes a wicked smile appeared on his face. My heart sunk, bastard. " The amount of stoke would be decided by the Wolder" Whisper filled the air at his statement, I stared ahead my eyes void of emotions. The crowd grow elevated there cheers and pretentious sympathetic sigh reached my ears, I could hear from afar the tonging of leather together making a crack sound, it was near, hot droplets went down my forehead, my breathing ragged and shallow. The vibration of the wolder footsteps neared dangerously. His large foot covered with leather sandal came into view, he walked a

I sob against his shoulder, no longer able to keep quiet with his supportive arms caging me in. He holds me tight, rubbing my back soothingly while his own chest hiccups with small, quiet cries. I let my fingers dig into his shirt as we mourn the lost presence of our pup together. “I miss him s-so much,” I whisper through my cries, biting my lip when Dominic pulls me even closer. “I miss him too,” Dominic promises, his voice heavy and cracked with the same raw emotion I’d been drowning in since that horrible night. “But we’ll find him, Cara. We’ll make it right. We’ll fix this.”

She said timidly. I nodded. "Yes, s-sure." She lowered the Teddy Bear and positioned her fingers to the piano keys. All my hair stood on end when he played one of Beethoven's songs. "Bobbie..." Bobbie stopped when he heard that hard voice. We both turned to Wright. He holds a tray containing cookies and juice. From my peripheral vision, Boobie hugged her Teddy Bear. "I'm sorry, Uncle." I looked at Bobbie. She crouched down as she hugged the Teddy Bear tightly.

He does not deserve my tears. He did not even realize that he was having sex with his mate! He had no regard for me at all! What did I do to deserve any of this? He was just a cruel soul. “You certainly do smell nice for a whore,” He groaned, burying his face in my neck. I chuckled, sliding my long nails over his neck, right atop his jugular. Hayden froze. “The fuck? Is that-“ “Wolfsbane?” I purred. “Yes, it is.”

23 in B Major. ************ *LORENZO* Carla is sitting by the fire, staring into the flames, huddled in a tartan throw. She doesn’t look around when I walk in. “Hi.” My subdued greeting competes with the crackle of the fire. Carla angles her head toward me, her expression forlorn, her mouth turned down in sorrow. “Oh, it’s you.” she says. “Who were you expecting?” She hasn’t risen to greet me and I’m beginning to feel a little unwelcome.

A small laugh escaped Chloe. "You're still stubborn." "I learned from the best." Chloe smiled despite herself. Olivia squeezed her hand. "Please." "I'll feel much better knowing you're with me." After a long pause, Chloe finally nodded. "Alright." Olivia's face brightened instantly. "But only until I'm fully recovered." "That's all I'm asking." The two women hugged warmly. "Thank you," Chloe whispered. "You don't have to thank me." Olivia smiled. "That's what friends are for."

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

“Jessica, my finances have been tight recently. I need to use your parents’ compensation to pay for Lilith’s medical bills.” His words were like a thunderbolt, striking me hard. I could hardly believe my ears. Two months ago, a rogue werewolf had attacked a nearby pack, and my parents died on the frontlines. The Werewolf Association had given me 100,000 dollars as compensation for their deaths. “Are you crazy? Why would you use the money I got from my parents’ death to pay for Lilith?” I roared at him in anger. “Money can be earned again. You know Lilith needs this money more right now,” Lucas said matter-of-factly, as if it was a completely reasonable thing to do.