Nightmare Spring Bonnie Novels & Stories

Adrisn nodded, agreeing to Christian’s words. The room fell quiet. Bonnie shifted uncomfortably, her voice quieter now. “If he finds out about this…” She trailed off, swallowing hard. “He’ll come for me. For my mom.” Adrian met her gaze directly. “If you cooperate, I can make sure he never touches either of you.”

She grabbed the phone and stood up, feeling her body tense up. Renee turned around and found the same guy that was dancing behind her standing there. She stepped back away from him and grabbed Valerie. Valerie was giggling about the whole thing. She walked towards the bouncer and went through Valerie’s contacts. She hit Bobby’s number and waited for him to pick up. “Hey, baby! Are you enjoying your night out?” “Bobby, this is Tabitha, Valerie’s friend. She’s had too much to drink and it isn’t safe for her to drive. Can you come to get her?”

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

He looked like a man fraying at the edges, probably from newborn chaos, sleepless nights, and Vanessa’s iron-sharp expectations carving lines into him. Bonnie hopped out of the car on her own, her backpack dragging on the ground. Her face was splotchy, tired, almost… brittle. She clutched her jacket with both hands, like she didn’t know where to put herself. Damien tried to fix his expression when he saw us. Tried and failed. His features twitched, rearranging into something like forced neutrality. “Morning,” he said. I nodded. “Morning.” Ryan gave him a stiff, polite nod, nothing more.

“You’ll need authorization to proceed.” “I was instructed to come here,” I said. “These are the ashes of fallen warriors.” He glanced at the urns, then at my face. His expression changed, just slightly. “Name?” I gave it. He hesitated. “And your rank?” “I am not an Omega,” I said evenly. Before he could respond, footsteps approached from behind me. I recognized the voice before I turned. “Well, this is unexpected.” Bonnie stood there with several people at her back, her posture relaxed, her smile sharp. She looked me over slowly, from my face to the urns in my arms.

He had to get on top of this and find out who the woman was. Nick clicked the video. He refused to turn the sound on. Danielle had on a pink teddy. She walked around the bed as David crawled on it. The blonde came into view. “Oh. My. God,” he chopped out. It was Bonnie Tarbox. The sweet blonde bombshell who ran Joe’s old diner and dated the district attorney. “Jesus,” he mumbled as he watched Bonnie smack David on the ass with a large black paddle. David was on all fours on the bed as she did it. Nick stopped the video before his eyes popped out of his sockets.

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

However, ever the composed hostess, she gestures Bonnie towards the living room and Beau stands, silently offering up his seat should that be her preference. His eyebrows knit with an indiscernible emotion as he allows her to get settled. The demons of years ago taunts him, terrorizing him as they lure him back into a moment of darkness. Instead of the woman before us, he sees an illusion of hell. “I did. Though, despite my clever disguise,” Bonnie answers, giving a nod of homage to her attire, “the Secondaries and humans are quite meddlesome.” Bella wrings her hands, lowering her voice to a hurried whisper. “Were you stopped? Followed?”

David held up a finger, then disappeared downstairs, only to return a few minutes later with a tape measure. “Really?” She folded her arms across her chest and waited as he studied each one. “Well?” “Doesn’t matter.” She beamed. “Ha! Sure it does. ’Cause mine’s bigger. For the record and between friends.” She moved him aside and grabbed the handle of the bucket. “That wasn’t a question I needed an answer to.” He smiled back and chuckled. “Noted for future reference.” —------------ The sound of muted conversation and unfamiliar voices drew Bonnie out of her sleep. She blinked awake, a bit startled to find sunlight streaming into her cabin at a higher point than she was used to. She sat up, pu

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.