Pink Bonnie Novels & Stories

"If it weren't for her, Bruce would never leave me." "So, it's Wendy again!" Amy acted as though she had just realized something. "She's just a cheap, low-ranking she-wolf Omega who specializes in seducing men. Bonnie, this is easy to fix. All you need to do is let Bruce see Wendy's true face—he'll come running back to you." "You're right!" A flash of hatred and malice lit Bonnie's eyes. "Wendy, I won't let you get away with this." Rina's lips curled into a satisfied little smile as she spoke casually, "In just two days, Brown Pack's jewelry company is launching their new collection—Roses Under the Moonlight. I hear Wendy will be hosting the press conference."

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.

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."