Halloween Bonnie Novels & Stories

Fallon was determined that the Black Charmers wouldn’t get another shot at her, even if he had to shift her off-world. His fellow Haunt, as humans had labeled them long ago, closed in around him and their precious cargo. Females of their species were well protected, and not a man there approved of what had almost happened to her. Rory was Trent’s deviant son, and he’d had a bargain with his father. He’d used his sexual pheromones and suggestive abilities, effective only on female Haunt, to question the women. The names of other Haunt were coaxed from her, his father went on a killing spree, and Rory used the women until he tired of them. The bodies were disposed of when he’d finished. It was

"Aunt Bonnie works for the academy. She is a dark witch. She and my mother were not close the way she said they were. My mother only contacted her to learn a dark spell to trap my wolf." "What? She is the one who hurt Lanie??? I won't kill her, Ellen, but she will pay!" Astrid was forward, and she was angry. "Astrid, let me show you where we keep people who hurt our family." Killian held out his hand for him to show her the way. "Ellen, invite Dear Aunt Bonnie for dinner tomorrow." Killian's voice was calm and evil sounding.

I wiped my face, glad I hadn’t done my makeup yet. “Are you nervous?” I asked. Damien nodded, not bothering to look up from his phone. Bonnie bursted into the room. The bright magenta of her dress was an eyesore. “Daddy, please zip my dress.” She was bouncing as she admired her reflection. “Hold still, Bonnie.” Damien was struggling. I imagined the zipper breaking and felt immediate guilt. Bonnie may have looked like she was imitating a certain purple dinosaur, but she was happy. “I can help.” I moved toward them.

Marcus was still talking, his words, playing a silly game with his mum. Rosa's hand remained in her son's. A knock at the door made them all turn. Bonnie stood in the doorway, that same predatory smile fixed on her face. She'd removed her coat, looking so tailored, so perfectly it looked like a second skin. In her hand, she held a tablet. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, smiling, her eyes roamed around the whole room. And landed at Pierce she winked at him in that suggestive way that means she did not actually care about interrupting anyone.

After all, Sean was supposed to be sleeping in the small room outside hers, and only Harvey and Shelly would be staying in the same room with her, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Staring at Bonnie and Shelly, Harvey's attention was immediately grabbed by a rose tattoo on Bonnie's right shoulder. "I never thought you'd be the type to get a tattoo, Bonnie." Bonnie froze, then chuckled. "I got it just to conceal a birthmark on my shoulder."

“Ha! Hannah thinks she can fool everyone. You know me, Olivia. I never trust that woman. Once she brought that guy, I knew something was on the ground. They are literally planning to sweep off my father’s wealth after his death. As the only child, I’m bound to inherit everything. So Hannah thinks I’m better off marrying her nephew. Can you believe she has become so nice to me?” I shook my head in disbelief. Bonnie’s stepmother was never nice. If Bonnie had been a timid person, she would have suffered in Hannah’s hands. “What are you planning?” I asked. Bonnie snickered. “I’m using them, of course. With her nephew around, Dad will stop disturbing me about getting married. I plan to expose tho

Logan Reynolds I’m halfway through a proposal draft when I hear the familiar knock—three sharp raps. Only one person knocks like that. “Come in,” I call, already knowing. Bonnie pushes the door open like she owns the place. She’s in ripped jeans, her denim jacket slung over one shoulder, sunglasses perched on her head even though she’s inside. “Well, well,” she smirks, stepping in and letting the door fall shut behind her. “Big man behind the desk. You know, you used to build Lego cities on the floor.”

He said that she looked like she was just sitting there rocking her and talking to her consoling her until she calmed down, and fell asleep. When she brought her back over to my uncle, she told him that was a lot of excitement and she cried herself out. When my uncle took her to bed, he looked at her palm and there was no signs of a burn at all. “Gabe, I know what I saw. I’m not making this up. I think she healed her”, he tells me. “Is there anything in the archives?” I ask him. “Christine isn’t back yet, and there has been a lot going on and I haven’t had time to look, but Gabe, why don’t you just ask her?” he asks. Christine is Bob’s wife. She has a fancy archeology degree and does

I clenched my hands tightly. Panic gripped me as I recalled the helplessness I had felt in my dying moments during my previous life. When I felt the strength returning to my palms, I was finally certain—I had been reborn. I glanced at the clock, knowing I would be informed that my house was on fire soon. Right on cue, the phone rang. It was our neighbor, Paula Klein. She yelled, "Caroline, get back here! Luna and Liam are home napping. Emery just left, and he isn't picking up his phone! Hurry!"

I was finally content with myself. That was the night I died, I was killed by a type of being I had never seen before, a man but not man, a man with glowing eyes and long teeth, his smell was of death and his skin was ice cold! I felt the hardness of his body on me when he drank from me. I heard his growl when he was about to attack me, I had never seen that face before. Elias and Delia would be so miserable, they were my only family and I theirs. I’d never get to tease Elias and call him names again.