Springbonnie Novels & Stories

I asked approaching the woman sitting at the main desk located at the front of what I assumed was Alexander's office. "Yes what do you need?" she asked looking up, she was a very beautiful woman, she had almond shaped eyes, dark skin and exquisite features, I was a little concerned that Alexander was surrounded by such beautiful women all the time. "Well, I'm Isabella Alarcon I came for the job as your assistant." After listening to me she looked me up and down carefully and I just hoped she didn't know about my relationship with Alexander, I hoped he had kept his end of the bargain and hadn't told anyone.

Rowen knew there was no getting around it, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Actually, it's not that big a deal. It's just that Bonnie came to Sin Pack that day, when the inspection, there happened to be a Slave who wanted to kill someone. You know, originally our Williams can one against ten, but during the fight he saved Bonnie, accidentally stabbed." That's a lot of information, I pondered. "Bonnie also came to Sin Pack as a slave?" Rowen coughed lightly, "Her charge was accessory to business fraud. She was a finance major who jumped through hoops and worked in a bank right out of school, so she was relatively young. I guess she was too young and naive to be framed." "Then her crime

“You’re lucky I don’t throw a shoe at your head. And please do not take the money from him. Take it from me, I do not want him paying.” “I’d deserve it,” I said, trailing after her, unable to stop the grin on my face. “And miss, I doubt that you should be taking anything from her. What would they call me? A barbarian or a monster, if I allowed her to be the one to pay while I stood and watched. I'm sorry but I'm a man of class and I'm not going to allow my woman to pay.” “Well, that would require me to be your woman, wouldn't it, Damon?” Sienna sassed. The saleswoman, laughed and looked at the two of us before turning her attention to me.

I didn’t care, my focus was on her. “My King.” Christian glances at the woman baring an eerie similarity to Bellatrix, feeling that unsettling sensation creeping under my skin. “My King.” The woman sobbed helplessly, still holding that flimsy dress against her barely covered body. Christian quickly placed some distance between us. “Who are you?” Her body trembled violently; her bottom lip quivered as she stared at me teary eyed. “I’m Bonnie Sinclair. Nathan chose me as his slave after my sister was mated to a noble werewolf.”

"She's nobody." Bonnie's laugh was soft, dangerous. "I'm far from nobody In fact, I'm the only person in this entire hospital who can give you what you want." She tapped the tablet against her thigh, a rhythmic sound that set Pierce's teeth on edge. "Your daughter. Alive. Returned to you." Pierce released his hands. And they looked at her. "You said you had information about Kelvin. That you were tracking him." "I lied." Bonnie smiles, "Well, not entirely. I do know Kelvin. Very well, actually. You see, he's the one who sent me here."

He sank beside Lilly and I, his hand shaking visibly as he tried to steady himself. "Marcus, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He glanced around nervously before leaning in close. "I saw something," he whispered. Lilly’s eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean?" she whispered. Marcus's voice trembled as he recounted the terrifying scene he had secretly witnessed. "I was hiding in the shadows, my heart racing, as the guards dragged a screaming slave into Romain's lair. Romain was in his wolf form, bound in chains, but his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity. As they entered, he unleashed a blood-curdling howl, the sound sending chills down my spine.

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

So it's better to keep this information from her for now to avoid ruining things. “Bonnie, relax.” I let out a frustrated sigh and sat her on the couch. “There's only one important thing ahead-” “Finding your son, right!” Bonnie chimed in, her eyes brimming with happy tears. “Don't worry, Best, I've got this. I'll call the Sheriff, he's tight buddies with my Dad. Damn, the defense minister must help me in this search- he owes my Grandma a favor- wait, I know a guy who's a mob leader, can you believe Dad almost made me marry him? Well, that's another story- I'll ask him to send out his boys to find the idiots that stole your child, it takes a criminal to identify one, by the way, what does yo

“You’ll need authorization to proceed.” “I was instructed to come here,” I said. “These are the ashes of fallen warriors.” He glanced at the urns, then at my face. His expression changed, just slightly. “Name?” I gave it. He hesitated. “And your rank?” “I am not an Omega,” I said evenly. Before he could respond, footsteps approached from behind me. I recognized the voice before I turned. “Well, this is unexpected.” Bonnie stood there with several people at her back, her posture relaxed, her smile sharp. She looked me over slowly, from my face to the urns in my arms.