Spring Bonnie Fanart Novels & Stories

"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.

The old man lapped us twice and the birthday kids threw popcorn at each other. By the end we were all laughing so hard we could not breathe. Bonnie collapsed onto a bench near the snack bar. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a mess. She looked alive in a way I had not seen since before the accident. "I have not done anything like that in years," she said. "Skated?" Bianca appeared with three slushies before she could reply. Blue and red and purple. She handed me the blue one and Bonnie the red one and kept the purple for herself.

I had never been more content. "Thank you, sis." I said, my hand caressing her shoulder. "Thank you for fucking and eating me." Bonnie replied. I laughed. "Such a mouth on you." My sister hugged me. "You know we're gonna do this again, right?" "I hope so. Should we take a shower?" "In a minute." Bonnie said in a cloudy voice. The big fan roared, humid air flowed over our bodies. Sunlight filling the room. Bonnie, still asleep. I moved slowly so as not to wake her and just looked at her.

Bonnie stood in the middle of her loft at 11:47 p.m., heart slamming against her ribs like it wanted out. The glow between her legs was so bright now it cast faint blue shadows on the hardwood floor. She stared at the massive suction-cup dildo she’d just bought from that sketchy online shop that promised “discreet packaging” but delivered in a box screaming SEX TOY ALERT. It was huge—thick, veiny, ridiculous. She’d paid extra for overnight shipping because the voices wouldn’t shut up.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

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.

She nodded her approval and I turned to Bonnie. She turned to Bonnie, “Why don’t we do matching mommy/daughter dresses, just different colors?” Bonnie smiled in approval, so she put my hand on her shoulder and her dress appeared in a light brown with a coordinating shawl. Crystal’s eyes are beaming with excitement when she claps her hands and cheers, “Mommy, you are gorgeous!” We all laughed, and I agreed with her, “You do look beautiful, Bonnie.”

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“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.”