Knight Rider Bonnie Barstow の小説・ストーリー

This day was all too surreal. "Did you save Gracie?" I asked, my eyes still on the blonde woman "How did you….," I found myself unable to form the rest of the sentence, through the whirlwind of emotions that raced inside my mind. Bonnie smiled and nodded gracefully "I did save Gracie," she paused "I was hired as a decoy by Rory Roth to fool Gracie into thinking I was her Mother. To lull her into a false sense of security so she would stay with us," I could see the look in Bonnie's eyes she resented every going along with the plan "But I saw how Rory was treating Gracie, giving her medication to change her,"

"I am so sorry I didn't get a chance to greet you earlier. Things were just so hectic with the announcement. Kanya, right? Zane said you're the best secretary he’s ever had. I hope we can be friends. I'm going to be around the office a lot more now." I looked at her and felt a sickening wave of conflict. I wanted to hate her. I wanted to see a villain in those soft eyes, but all I saw was a woman who looked genuinely happy. She was glowing with the kind of peace that only comes from thinking you are loved. She didn't know she was the other woman. She didn't know she was the wrecking ball that had just leveled my entire life. "Hello, Sydney," I said. My throat felt like it was full of glass.

He laughed at his ways and I was surprised by that piece of information. We continued our journey to the hospital since we were headed to see Bonnie and Carl. We had received news that Bonnie was going into labor earlier than planned, so we all wanted to make sure she was fine and give Carl all the support we could possibly need. “A word of advice, I think you should really take care of this Chef guy and get this over with. As Much news and rumors die down, it shouldn't die with people believing you stole one of their favorite Chef's recipes. You are literally Jonathan Knight, show everyone who thinks they can mess with you by taking care of this Chef, alright?” Tristan spoke sternly after w

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

I could feel it in my bones. I looked at her, really looked at her, pleading without words. My eyes burned, my hands shaking at my sides, but she ignored it completely. “I’ve planned one last thing,” Lana continued. “Something memorable. A bang to end it all.” Ronan folded his arms. “I’m listening.” “A motorcycle race,” she said brightly. “You’ll lead it.” “What?” That caught him slightly off guard. “A race?” “High stakes. Big turnout,” she said, gesturing with her hands, and with Ronan's rapt attention, I wasn't sure where she was heading with all of this. “Each rider brings a partner.”

I turned to see Cynthia up on the bar. She was wearing a short red mini skirt and matching tank top that barely held in her tits and was up there swinging her hips to the beat. As she made her way to one end one of the bikers handed her a shot which she did quickly then rewarded him by turning around and flipping her skirt up to expose the light blue thong she was wearing. Turning back around Cynthia started to make her way towards the middle when one of the older women that hung with the bikers called out:

Bonnie said as laid on a blue Bed mattress while wearing an ankle brace. “Hello, Ms. Chan.” Said Nurse Barbara Lou; a Filipino woman in her late thirties. “Please take a seat. You too, Ms. Violet. Your clothes should be ready soon.” “Yes, maam” the girls agreed as the cash sat on a blue mattress with Bonnie in the middle. “So, it’s April, Right?” Madison said. “Bonnie.” she corrected her. “What’s the G for?” June – asked. After hearing that question, Bonnie reached for her neck.

Bonnie had agreed to run the diner and Rita would split the profits with her fifty-fifty. Bonnie had stopped doing her dominatrix work when DA Jacobs started getting jealous. The DA had told her that he loved her, but if he left his wife it would cost him a fortune and re-election. Jodi entered the diner. Two black guys were sitting in a booth. She had never seen them before. All of a sudden she felt light-headed. “Hey, Jodi,” Bonnie greeted. Jodi put her hand up to say hello, but nothing came out. Everything went dark.

He raised his hand to hit me and I closed my eyes, getting ready for the hand to come down on me, but it didn't. I opened them back up and looked above me. Adrian had appeared and held Amari's hands from reaching me. "Who's this?" Amari asked, fiercely pulling his hand away from Adrian's firm grip, but not succeeding. " Someone you should be afraid of. You want to hit a woman? Not here" Adrian fired back. Amari laughed and said to me, "You got yourself a new toy already." He then turned to Adrian and said, "You know, she's going to ditch you right? The same way she's been using me for her dirty jobs. She's just going to use you and make you feel special, then dump you. That's who she is. A c

“You deserve the truth, even if you don’t want to hear it.” I turn my wheelchair to face her fully. She tries to look away, but I won’t let her. She needs to see me when I say this. “Three months ago, after we met, I was racing for control of the most valuable territory in the city. The Dead Man’s Strip. Neutral ground worth millions. We agreed to race to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. The Hell Raiders versus the Vultures. The winner takes all.” The memory still claws at me. “I was leading the final lap when my bike went down.”