Fixed Withered Bonnie Novels & Stories

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

"You're..." "My silly girl has clearly forgotten," her mother laughed, seeing Sarah's confusion. "This is Travis Winters, our old neighbor. When you were little, you thought he was so handsome that you kept declaring you'd marry him someday. You even took the ring your father gave me for our anniversary and presented him as your ‘engagement ring.’ Don't you remember?" With her mother's reminder, fragments of memories returned to Sarah, though these events had happened when she was barely nine years old. Looking at the stunningly handsome face before her, she couldn't help saying, "You're even more handsome than you were back then."

Reive’s look was becoming darker with every second. The witch lifted up her swollen finger, pointing at the huge undead soaring over the castle with its broad wings outspread. Everyone present involuntarily turned their heads, looking up at the bone monster and at his chest in which they could clearly see a throbbing red heart. “So now I just have a little thing to do,” the woman croaked and suddenly shifted her gaze to me.

The air around them crackled with energy as the seal on the ancient text began to break. Ava gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain as the power of the Underworld pulsed through her. She could feel it—the connection growing stronger, the missing piece of her soul finally falling into place. With a final surge of energy, the altar cracked open, revealing a glowing scroll within. Ava collapsed to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Hayden was at her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms. “You did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

“There’s an easy way to settle this. You can just pull on a wishbone. And the person who gets the short end has to fight.” “And you just have wishbones randomly lying around?” Lucy asked. “Always. For times like this,” the bartender, Jim, pulled one out of, what it seemed was, thin air. I grabbed for it and held it out to Paige. “Let’s go!” I shouted. Paige rolled her eyes and pulled on the other half of the bone, taking part of my half with her as it broke. Damnit! “Gigi, is it? Looks like it’s all you.” Bob got up and his companions at the bar began helping him move some tables and chairs around.

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.

​Lyra froze, every muscle locking as a woman emerged from the gloom beneath the dead torches. One pale hand rested against the weeping wall, steadying herself. ​Upon her brow sat the Bone Crown—not the pristine relic Lyra had hauled across the continent, but an older, heavier iteration. The bone was darkened like aged ivory, worn smooth, with one side jaggedly sheared away above the temple. ​Yet it was the face beneath the mutilated artifact that stole Lyra's breath.

Who is it? ( Riley) It's me, Riley. (Amy) Oh, please come in. {Riley enters Amy's room} How are you feeling? ( Amy) Am okay. Thanks for the help. if don't mind but what time is it? (Riley) It's after midnight. (Amy) I see...um...can you stay with me until I fall asleep please, am a bit scared of staying by myself at this moment. ( Riley) Sure whatever you need. A few moments later she fell asleep.