Novel & Cerita Tvd Bonnie

Bonnie had agreed to run the diner and Rita would split the profits with her fifty-fifty. Bonnie had stopped doing her dominatrix work when DA Jacobs started getting jealous. The DA had told her that he loved her, but if he left his wife it would cost him a fortune and re-election. Jodi entered the diner. Two black guys were sitting in a booth. She had never seen them before. All of a sudden she felt light-headed. “Hey, Jodi,” Bonnie greeted. Jodi put her hand up to say hello, but nothing came out. Everything went dark.

“What’s your deal? Is this about Viola?” I pause for a split second. It’s small, but Bonnie picks up on it. She always does. “Not everything is about Vi.” “Yup. Definitely about Vi.” “Bonnie, leave Viola out of it.” She smirks, like she’s got me pinned and knows it. “How about I call and ask her?” “Don’t you dare call Vi.” “Oh, so now you care.” “I said don’t.” Bonnie raises her hands in surrender. “Fine. Then talk to me. What the hell happened?”

She wanted them to no longer think of Marcus. Most importantly, Bonnie wanted to let the real Yvonne give up on him. In fact, she should have killed the real Yvonne in Wecester City. However, she could not do that because Bonnie was not too familiar with South City and she had not seen Yvonne's relatives and so on. She had to stalk the real Yvonne. Therefore, after she let the real Yvonne return, and after she secretly observed Yvonne's interaction with her relatives and friends, as well as Marcus, only then did Bonnie feel confident.

I pulled out my tool bag, this time grabbing some meat sheers. "Haha, You.... think...you...can...break me... Alpha?" Bonnie coughs. "Oh, I don't have to break you. I'm just enjoying our visit, passing the time while Maddox receives something for me." Killian plays it coy. "Nothing you can find will make me talk." "We will see about that? Does the name Devin mean anything to you?" I smiled while twisting the sheers in my hand for extra dramatic effect. All the colour drains from Bonnie's face, but she remains calm and emotionless.

Bonnie leaned away as if hearing my unspoken question. Wiping her tears, she went on. “You suddenly vanished five years ago… Olivia, you didn't even say goodbye! I- I was afraid something bad had happened- I almost thought that evil mistress had you kidnapped! Guess what your husband's family told me when I went there to look for you… They told me you died of cancer, those evil people!” Bonnie spoke so rapidly. One moment, she was angry, and the next moment, she'd burst into tears again.

Then, she looked at everyone there. “I’m sure everyone wants to know what is happening in the videos of Luna bullying Fiona, right? Coincidentally, I can explain.” Luna could not help but furrowed her brows upon Bonnie’s words. She said in a suppressed tone, “Aren’t you traveling?” Bonnie rolled her eyes at Luna. “You’re being schemed to death, how could I travel in peace?” Then, Bonnie took a deep breath and looked at Fiona in the distance. Her tone was arrogant.

Bonnie kissed her palm and blows the kiss to him as she disappeared in a glowing light. Lucas buried the remains of Bonnie as she requested, when he got home, his parents hugged him and kissed him on the forehead. They turned the news to him telling him that Congressman Styles were arrested for illegal arms dealing and human trafficking. He was amazed and wondered why no one was talking about his case today at the court. He was about to ask his mother when he heard Bonnie whisper to him from behind. “I told you the ancestors have a gift for you.” Lucas flicked around but there was no sign of her.

As we waited in the parking lot for Stich to get out of the bathroom, Red received a video call from Bonnie. "Hey! Wanted to check on how everything was going," her video image said. I stood next to Red so I could see the screen. "So far, so good," Red replied. "Ran into a little trouble with the Seventh Circle, but it wasn't anything our prospect here couldn't handle. She was awesome." "Well, well, look at you," Bonnie said to me, looking impressed. "Already making a name for yourself." "Just trying to pull my weight," I replied, trying not to act too embarrassed.

"I'll call the ladies and tell them that they can get it all tomorrow." Bonnie hugged me again. I'm sure it was me, but it just felt different, better, warmer. "Guess we better make sure there are no other surprises." I laughed. "No whips and chains?" Bonnie gave me a wicked grin. "Or strap-ons." I held her eyes as I answered. "What would you know about strap-ons?" Bonnie put her hand on my thigh, up high, close to my bulging cock. "I haven't always been the boring Midwest girl. I went to college."

Like I was nothing. The front door clicked shut behind me and I toed off my shoes and rubbed my face. My cheek still ached where she'd slapped me. The bruise had bloomed into something impressive; purple at the center, fading to green at the edges. I had told my colleagues I walked into a door. But I was sure no one had believed me. I rounded the corner into the living room and stopped. Bonnie was on the couch. Not just on the couch...sprawled. Legs tucked under her. Hair loose. A bowl of popcorn in her lap. She was watching some reality TV show where people yelled at each other about houses they couldn't afford, and she looked completely and I mean utterly relaxed.