Springtrap Bonnie Novels & Stories

“You don’t see them? I see a rainbow fish and a dinosaur fish. I’m going to catch a... hippopotamus fish!” Tyson laughed, getting into the game. “Okay. How do we catch a hippo-ta... a hippotatumus... hippopotamus fish?” “Like this.” Bonnie put one arm out in front of her and dove it into the water, repeating the motion on the opposite side. It was basically the doggy-paddle. “You try.” Both Dylan and Tyson mimicked her motions, with Dylan splashing as much as possible. “I’m going to catch a Tyson fish!” Bonnie called out, moving to tickle Tyson. The boy giggled and used the new swimming motion to move away from her.

Adam spat and disconnect the line. He himself wasn’t sure what he is going to do when he clasps his hands around her neck. Because for the first time he was distracted and once he finds that distraction and makes her spill who was behind sending her, he will punish her in a way her soul will be terrified whom she has dealt with. ___

There was too much at stake to spiral. The door creaked open, and Bonnie stepped in, arms crossed. “Didn’t think tonight could end worse,” Bonnie muttered. Cherry glanced at her through the mirror. “You didn’t have to follow me up here.” Bonnie shut the door. “You said we needed to talk. I assumed it was important.” “It is.” Cherry turned, tying her robe. “You saw that circus, didn’t you? Selene humiliated me. In front of everyone.” Bonnie raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but you did walk up to the stage uninvited and claim Damien as your baby... in front of his actual girlfriend.”

Muffled laughter as Elliott went into his own office and shut the door. Bonnie paid the cabbie and stepped out of the car, holding her brown leather briefcase in one hand, and her white Ava Spade purse in the other. Wearing a coral blouse that flattered her complexion and tasteful heels that matched her tan pencil skirt, she looked up at the elegantly modern two-story building to the sign that read: D.E.N. Inc. Armed with her usual classic style, she felt comfortable she wouldn’t appear too intimidating to whatever male ego might be holding her future big paycheck inside. She was subtle and not overtly sexy despite her curves–always a winning combo for a first meet. “Here goes nothing,” she

"The original year-end bonuses are canceled. This year, year-end benefits will be issued in cherries—fifty boxes per person. Two boxes a day, every day, until the New Year." There was silence. Everyone froze. Disbelief, shock, panic, regret—all played across the stiff faces before me. Several seconds passed before someone's trembling voice broke the quiet. "Mr. Bassett… are you saying… no bonus money?"

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

But two months later, I received a message from Leo, sent from a different phone number. [Ryan, I'm going to marry Sue. You look down on me so much, but in the end, the woman you loved most still ended up with me.] I sneered inwardly. So even trash I had already thrown away… someone would still pick it up and enjoy it. Seeing that I didn't reply, he sent another provocative message. [Sue says Bayndemar gemstones are cheap and beautiful. She's going to personally design me a one-of-a-kind gemstone cufflink. Oh, and she also said we'll hold a grand wedding in Bayndemar. Things you'll never get to experience in your life.]

The squawks of seagulls and the mild dampness in the air were like white noise to Taylor as he rehashed last night’s conversation. “So much for not keeping secrets,” “Hey,” a mysterious voice called out to Taylor. Taylor stopped spraying and whipped around to see Bonnie approach. “Look, if you’re here to narc on me like those jerks from yesterday, all these buildings are abandoned. No one should be ticked off if I paint them,” warned Taylor. “Hell, dude, I’m not a narc,” Bonnie said. She pointed at her camera and continued, “I’m a photographer. My name is Bonnie, Bonnie Gates.”

“Oh my god!” Domitus chuckles, and walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I got some things for your extracurricular activities,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver as his hands move to cup my ass. Inside the drawer, there’s vibrators of varying sizes, something I think is called a butt plug, what looks like a riding crop, and handcuffs. “You…are you going to use all of those on me?”

After taking my shower, I took a photo of my alluring reflection in the mirror and sent it to my online boyfriend, Howard Webb. I thought about it and decided to send him a suggestive message that read, "Look at my collarbone, sweetie. I accidentally bumped it against something. How annoying!" In the photo, my towel was the only thing covering my body since I'd just taken my bath. I purposely struck an enticing pose that seemed extremely seductive. It was what I was best at. When we were dating online, I'd always flirt with him to the point where he became flustered.