Springbonnie Novels & Stories

He jumped, surprised at the scrutiny but Linus turned away. “Jump in, we won't get another chance to swim for a while," Linus cast back over his shoulder as he pulled off his own shirt. The omega stood for a few moments; eyes caught by the bond mark marring his mate's skin. Pulling himself from his thoughts, he cast his eyes over the entire band enjoying the warm sun and cool water. Each of them sported the leather cord necklace around their neck with an iron fire pendant. Silvermist Company. It had to be their official emblem. It was the one thing Linus hadn't removed during their night together, but he didn't even seem to notice it was still on at the time.

Georgia asked with dismay, referring to Adrian. “Oh, he is the son of the richest Irish family,” Bonnie said with a small smile. “Who told you that, Bonnie?! This is an infamous con artist and an ex-convict! What have you gotten yourself into?” Georgia said, causing Bonnie to become scared. “That’s a lie, right?” Bonnie asked, looking at Adrian. “I got to go,” Adrian said and ran off, and that was all the answers Bonnie needed. She fell on the seat and sobbed. Georgia went over to her, and consoled her.

Bonnie I thought that Rowan's large hand wrapped around my throat would be the thing to kill me but it's not. If anything is going to kill me it's the shock from those words "Lola, this is my little sister, Bonnie. Bonnie this is my friend Lola or you may know her as Lottie's mom."

A part of me suddenly wished Damon was here. "No," she said, her tone calm but wary. "But I can tell he's a spy. I can't shake the feeling that someone’s watching, waiting to kill you." My heart skipped a beat. "Should we call Damon?" Bonnie's expression darkened. "No need. I'll call his sister instead." She discreetly reached for her phone. My eyes widened in shock. "Sister? Damon has a sister?" "Yes, he does. She was the one behind your sister's rescue. We call her Ghost," Bonnie said with a sly smile. "She's nice but a total badass. You're going to like her."

Alex called her name loudly, and that was when Clara kept her cool. Alex sighed, biting his lower lip. "Let me handle this. Go in and wait for me." "But…" "Clara!" "Fine," she said and rolled her eyes at Bonnie before going inside the house. "Who is she?" Bonnie asked. "She’s Scott’s cousin." "Oh, I see. She’s so feisty," she muttered with a smile. "Why are you here, Bonnie? Are you here to have sex with me and then say more mean things?" he asked, trying not to break down.

I nodded, not really understanding. “Oh psha, Miles is just a cranky stickler for rules. Cadogen’s family has ruled this coven for a very long time and Miles’s family has been their advisors for just as long. Rules have been bred into him. Follow me young lady.” Lita got up with the elegance of a dancer. She wore a simple black dress with a red rose motif down the back. I followed her, stealing a look behind me. Miles was already gone like he had never been there to begin with. A Shudder ran down my spine.

Just then, the doors to the court swung open and a warrior stepped in, quickly lowering himself to one knee. “My Alpha,” he said urgently. “We have reports of a suspected magic user around the east border. The user was able to bring down the border gates but we are unable to identify him.” “Time to find out if you are truly worth keeping alive,” Cassian said, his gaze locking on mine. “We leave now.”

Bonnie's POV. 'I hate this and I hate him.' I thought as I felt rage burning through my veins. 'How could he? How dare him and how dare they?' I pondered as I stood there, watching the bastard that calls himself, Jeremy, propose to that bitchy girlfriend of his. He was on a knee, a radiant smile dancing on his lips as he asked her to marry him. I gritted my teeth against one another as I watched his stupid friends, continuously cheering him up.

Victor's people had been waiting for the extraction team. The whole thing—the scout mission, the ambush, the rally point—had been a trap within a trap. And they'd walked right into it. A man stepped into the light. Forties. Well-dressed even in apocalypse. Confident smile. "Catherine Hart. How nice of you to deliver yourself." Victor Kane in person. "And you brought friends. Even better." He walked to Jessica, still bound. "Your daughter has her mother's eyes. And her mother's stubbornness. She refused to answer questions. Admirable. Pointless, but admirable."