Pink Bonnie Novels & Stories

"I'll like to speak in private. Yey nuzhno idti" I could not stop my eyebrows from twitching. Why should I leave? "Speak Bonnie." Ronan orders whilst typing on his laptop. This angers Bonnie, the girl shows her anger and frustration like a teenager when she stomps her heels on the ground like one. "You owe me!" She whines. "What do you want?" Ronan returns, not breaking his eyes away from his laptop. "A date." "Okay"

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.

Then, glaring at Blayze, she said, "And you do me a favor and go f*ck yourself." Blayze chuckled a little as he sauntered, bare-a**ed, back to his garage with his cut slung over his arm. As he walked away, I noticed a tattoo on his shoulder blade that stood out from the rest covering his back. In ornate letters was the name "Bonnie." "Hey Brat," Red called. A young, petite woman with short bleach-blonde hair poked her head out of the bar. "Get Stitch and tell him to bring his kit over to Bonnie's place." She nodded and ran around behind the building.

"Trust me, I know why Mason can't resist such a beauty like you. You have every features that a man wants, "You're smart, you're beautiful. You have those, you know, caramel blond hair, stunning blue eyes, cherry lips and flawless white skin." Bonnie said to me admiringly as she held my cheeks gently, her gaze studying my features. "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm so glad to have you as a friend," I muttered to her before leaning in to give her a warm hug. The loud screeching sound from a speaker at a far end caught everyone's attention. As Bonnie and I released ourselves from our hug, our attention was drawn to the scene going on at the front of the stage.

PawPaw said, with a mischievous grin. His comment made Bonnie laugh out loud. “Very funny, PawPaw,” Dylan said, with a chuckle. “I promise that I’m not good at picking out dresses. It’s just that Bonnie makes anything look good.” “Thank you,” Bonnie said, her cheeks tingling as she blushed from the comment. “I love the dress, Dylan.” “Come join us for breakfast,” PawPaw said, motioning Bonnie over to the table. “Have a cup of chicory with us before you head out for the day.”

“Melody, there is nothing wrong. When Bonnie and Christine see it for the first time, they will be ecstatic. Now, go get dressed. You have to walk down with Bonnie.” Bonnie’s dress was lace with embroidery around her cuffs and hem. The back was see through and fit tightly to her form. The neckline was low, allowing Branden to mark her. “Bonnie, you look amazing.” “It feels funny not having Mom and Dad here. That damn hurricane had to come now.” “They are safe at the rescue center, and you don’t have to worry about them.”

Just a single glass of water each day. I stroked my five-month belly. "I'm sorry, little one," I whispered. "Mommy has put you through so much." Footsteps echoed in the hall. The door opened. Bonnie walked in. She was wearing an expensive silk maternity dress, her belly round and high. Around her neck was a moonstone necklace I recognized. It had belonged to Ryan's mother. "You look pathetic," she purred from the doorway, her voice oozing fake pity. "Get out."

The woman wore a black beanie and black denim. "Hi." She waved happily at Khai. I turned back at him. "A friend of yours?" I asked with a brow up. He rolled his head back and she approached. "I'm sorry, has he already slept with you?" she teased. The girl patted my shoulder and grimaced. "I'm sorry to come onto you like that, I'm Bonny, Khai's ex. Lol, one of his hoes like others would say. Welcome to the club." Her black hair turned with her when she grabbed a chair to join us.

"I don't understand how Father and Mother's excellent genes could have resulted in such an ungrateful, greedy daughter." "You!" Luna widened her eyes and was about to say something in retaliation when footsteps sounded behind her. Bonnie emerged from the shadows, dressed in black, and strode into the living room. "Sorry I'm late." Jim glanced coldly at the woman standing before him. He could tell that she was wearing a heavy layer of makeup, and he could not help scoffing at this.

“You look even better than in the photos. My gosh, you’ve got great genes! Why do I feel like my best friend doesn’t deserve you?” “Mommy, help!” I snapped out of my shock, hearing Dave’s scream for help. Bonnie must be squeezing the poor boy too tight. Besides, I’ve never seen him look so wary of someone before. Even I didn’t recognize Bonnie at first glance as she’d changed her hair color again. The deep red fading into yellow at the edges looked as if she was out to put the whole world in flames. Before I reached their sides, Bonnie had already released Dave who made sure to put a considerable distance from her. “Who’s she, Mommy?”