Sunken Toy Bonnie Novels & Stories

The shame from earlier turning into this. She wiped her face, still shaking. “Yeah… and now I’ve got my hook. Nexus Deep. Illegal deep-sea crap. And the proof’s literally inside me.” We will lead you to them, they promised. We know the way. Bonnie stood on wobbly legs, glow trailing. “Then let’s hunt.” The spark pulsed happily. Good girl.

He stood there for over ten seconds before pushing the door that had been closed for three years open. With a creak, the humid and stale air rushed out, carrying the smell of mold. The interior was just as it had been when I died—neat and tidy, except for some mess on the tables. That mess was from the days after my death, and they were caused by Toby's mischief. In the living room and near the wall, there were two chalk outlines—one large, one small. The large one was me. The small one was Toby. I had collapsed on my way back to the bedroom from the bathroom. Toby had died quietly in my arms.

Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she held her breath and pulled the trigger. Bonnie’s body went still, but there was no ash, no smoke. Nothing. Confused, Cassidy tilted back slightly on her heels. “Bonnie?” She shook the child, who was as still and quiet as she would expect a human child to be after such an event. But still no ashes. “Is she…” Dax said right behind her. Cassidy turned her head as if to answer and then felt a rush and went flying backward as the child stepped on her neck and took off toward the door.

Slowly, the Russian girl tried to leave, bushes made a sound when you moved, so, she tried to move slowly and very quietly. The dad of LORIA walks in the house looking for food, he closes the window door, she makes a run for it and stays away from the door. It was Bonnie. Bonnie was a small 7-year-old girl, crying she tried to reach the hideout unnoticed. She made it, her underground house, she pulled a lever, a door to the ground opened to reveal stairs, she went down it and pulled the lever to close the door, the lever was downstairs. Her mom was dead, her smiling face is sitting in a picture of her living room desk, her dad is a drunken mess singing In the kitchen.

My eyelids grow heavy and I doze off. "Knock knock" Bonnie says as she walks in my room. I sit up to look at her. She's dressed in a skin tight silver mini dress which literally stops just below her ass and silver stilettos with straps that wrap up her legs like snakes. Her blonde hair is slicked back into a high pony tail and her blood red lips match her nails. "Wow" I say genuinely "How long was I asleep for?" Thinking it must have been ages for her to complete that look.

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

"I just met Bonnie. She went for a sudden swim in the pool. We need to bury this bitch." Aimee laughed at the mental image, even though her curiosity peaked at how the two women had even met. "Count me in. Looking forward to tonight. See you soon." As she set the phone down, she thought, if anyone could help her make Bonnie a non-issue, it was her sister. Bonnie was in for the fight of her life and she didn't even have a clue. Aimee grinned as she started typing up Ginny's notes. This was going to be fun.

I slip behind a tree and allow the wind to catch the intruder’s scent. I breathe it in and continue to approach. It is Bonnie. “Were you followed?” I murmur the question as I sidle up beside her. The Secondary’s expression sours. “Of course not.” She scans the length of my torso, searching for any obvious signs of injury or trauma. “You look well,” she deduces. While she does not appear to have suffered any injuries, her normal energy is in a weakened state. Pockets of dark purple and blue swell beneath her sharp eyes. Her sunken cheeks are pale beneath the moonlight. I nod in acknowledgement but refrain from offering the same sentiment in return.

Killian had been torturing Aunt Bonnie for weeks. She was a tough old broad. She wasn't going to crack. Ellen and Maddox had Searched through her home, looking for anything they could use. There was nothing except an old picture of Bonnie and a baby. Ellen couldn't remember her ever having a baby, so who was this? She decided to look up any babies born to the Gilbert family around that time. She looked about two years old, so she had a rough time frame.

Bonnie said as we neared a teal and white trailer with a little white trellis porch. As we entered, Bonnie sat me down on a plush black couch right by the door while she grabbed a robe and put it over her naked form. The interior looked like something from the 1950s. The kitchenette across from the couch contained a checkered floor and a chrome and red vinyl breakfast nook. "Knock knock." I looked up to see a middle-aged guy. A little pudgy with graying hair and a beard. "Stitch," Bonnie said. "This is Harlow. She needs your handiwork." To me, she explained, "Stitch was a medic in the Army." Bonnie parted my hair in the back to show him where my head had met the pavement.