Springbonnie Novels & Stories

Lucas flicked around but there was no sign of her. “They wiped the entire memory of everyone who knew about the crime,” the voice came again the second time but there was still no sign of her. “Son, are you alright,” Susan asked staring at her son with a surprised look. He has been turning around as if he was looking for someone. “Yes, I am,” he smirked. “I will always watch after you,” Bonnie whispered. “I will always be close to you.” Lucas’ cheek flushed with happiness. There’s relief in him. Bonnie is at peace with him and rests. She will forever be his queen and he will be her alpha no matter who he is with now.

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.

Though I talked about it with Nick, he said we can't say anything unless she is sixteen and only then we can find out if there is a wolf inside her. Yeah, we are not sure but in these two years, I have seen Narois' growth is faster than the other babies around her. Narois is stronger, a sensation seeker. She Still can't walk properly but her muscles are strong. And all this makes me believe she is going to be a werewolf. I do not have any problem but sometimes their "sensation seeking" programme scares me though I know Nick is a great and caring father. "Hey," Nick says after he catches me on the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, sweetheart, come!" He invites me in his deep and sensual voice and

“This campaign is perfect for me—it’s like it was designed for me. Bruce, you promised me that I could pick my birthday gift. Well, this is it. I want to be the face of this jewelry line. You better keep your word.” Bruce looked visibly conflicted as he turned to me. “Miss Smith, what do you think of Bonnie?” I hesitated for a moment. “We can give it a try.” To be fair, Bonnie did have the right look—just a bit too sultry. She fit the “rose” part of the campaign well, though she lacked that subtle, ethereal quality the “moonlight” side called for. Bonnie nodded in satisfaction and asked, “Who’s the male ambassador? I hope it’s Dane.”

It's right around noon, and Ryan's in his office when he gets an internal call from Vivian. She says Bonnie Raymond is there to see him. Bonnie is the youngest daughter of Bernard Raymond, the big boss of Maxsan. She's grown up with everything money could buy, and her family spoils her rotten. So, she's kind of a snob, you know? She always looks down on people, especially anyone who isn't as rich as her. But when she's with Ryan, she seems different. She's actually kind of shy and bashful, like a young girl.

They crossed. “I thought I would be brave,” Garron said, and the square, which rewards sentences with no unnecessary embroidery, listened. “I was wrong about the direction.” He reached into his coat and set down, not a brass disc, but his lamp badge—the Foundry’s stamped oval that had admitted him to wages and noise and a fraternity of men who preferred spectacle to patience. The badge clinked on Minta’s table beside onions and lists.

Maddox asked, noticing their absence. “Bonnie got a headache and Lorraine insisted on taking her to the hospital,” Caius replied. Bonnie is his daughter, while Lorraine is his wife. “The fuck. Black men promised 50 million to anyone who gives out our identity,” Jaxon grinned as he read the news. “Mr. Ryker Vaughn was a great philanthropist. He was an idol to many people,” Jaxon continued, scrolling through the news. Maddox scoffed. “A man who raped his 14-year-old daughter holds this much importance.”

She looks confused at me. "Who are you, and what are you doing on my grounds?" I growl. I know I sound more scary than I meant to sound. She looks like she is going to run away. "My name is Bonita Clarkson. I used to be Luna of the Black Raven Pack. As you can see, I have been kicked out of the pack," She answers. Bonita, what a beautiful name for a beautiful creature like her. Even though she's full of blood and her clothes are torn, she is still a beauty. Oh, great. Now my wolf has me thinking like this. I cannot think of this child as my mate. Am I crazy?

I smirked as I looked over his shoulder. The girl stepped out behind him and smiled at me, “Good evening. My name is Bonny. Ryder told me so much about you.” She held her hand out, and I took it. I like her. She wasn't afraid to talk to me. I shook her hand and looked at my brother. “I am burning to hear what the little fucker had to say about me.” I knew he warned her against me, and it looks like she didn't take his warning seriously, or maybe she did like my brother.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to