Weaver Bonnie Novels & Stories

“Melody, there is nothing wrong. When Bonnie and Christine see it for the first time, they will be ecstatic. Now, go get dressed. You have to walk down with Bonnie.” Bonnie’s dress was lace with embroidery around her cuffs and hem. The back was see through and fit tightly to her form. The neckline was low, allowing Branden to mark her. “Bonnie, you look amazing.” “It feels funny not having Mom and Dad here. That damn hurricane had to come now.” “They are safe at the rescue center, and you don’t have to worry about them.”

I was not certain how the mate-bond felt with humans, but it seemed like she could sense something. “Bonnie, this is Tyree. He’s one of our best warriors. Bonnie is part of the tour from the coven,” I said to them both. Her blush was endearing. I remembered when I was first in front of Kade. The entire room fell away until only he remained. ‘I’m not certain if she knows about mates,’ I told him. “It’s very nice to meet you, Bonnie. Who is this precious angel?” he asked, smiling down at the baby girl.

She and Agnes usually remained neutral between their sister’s fights, but this time, they’ve chosen a side, but it isn’t easy to trust. “Where are you taking us?” Elion shouts. “You know where.” Bonnie lets out a frustrated huff and pokes our chests. “The potion is working; look within. Your wolves are guiding you and me.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, you go ahead of me if you don’t believe me. I’m not your enemy. Not today.” Bonnie pushes both of us ahead of her, and that’s when I realise what she’s telling us is true. We were following her rather than our instincts.

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.

I couldn’t tell how many minutes or seconds had passed by. But Theo suddenly tore his gaze off me, and his eyes strayed in the direction Bonnie was sitting. The moment he glanced away, I broke out of the spell. Bonnie seemed to have just broken out of her shock as well, and she instantly sprang to her feet, planting both hands on her wait. “Well… well, look who’s here.” She chuckled. “Speak about the devil. Theo Wellington, turns out I don’t have to suffer before dealing with you.” Then she rolled up her sleeves, swung her hand in the air, and launched forward.

Darryl's expression froze; he was stunned. 'Did she say I must follow her orders from now on? F*ck, Bonnie is ambitious!' Darryl muttered in his heart and eyed Bonnie secretly. Bonnie, a fairy from the Illusion Virtual World, was not only sexy but also filled with a majestic aura of a queen. She seemed to have gotten even more fascinating after Darryl had not met her for some time. 'Seriously, it's a pleasure to work with such a charming stunner.'

“Oh, thank you. Good Morning and Happy New Year. Are you sure? I could scrap those for you.” “Don’t worry about it. We’re just setting things up to run right now. You brought them in perfectly. There should be room for them in this round of dishes.” “Okay, then. Do you know where Bonnie is by chance?” “She’s in the old delivery room.” “Bonnie is attempting to organize the storage within that room. We’re using it as a launching pad for things heading out to the event.”

Peter's mom gushed, and Bonnie grinned. She followed Peter’s mom into the kitchen, where she began helping with the cooking. "What do your parents do?" Peter’s mom asked as Bonnie chopped some carrots. Bonnie sighed before answering. "My father is a principal at a private school, and my mom owns a grocery shop." "Are you an only child, just like Peter?" she asked again, and Bonnie nodded. "Peter told me you work in a clothing line?" "Yes, I do." "That's nice. I love that you know how to make dresses. So, how long have you and Peter been together?"

"Oh, you won't believe what's been going on!" Joslyn perked up, eager to hear about Sigourney's glamorous adventures. As her friend launched into a detailed rant about the latest trends and designs she had encountered, Joslyn listened intently, with a soft smile, genuinely interested in her friend's passion. Suddenly, Sigourney's tone shifted, excitement bubbling in her voice. "Oh, Jos, you won't believe who I met just yesterday!" Joslyn's expression shifted to that of curiosity, "Who?" "James Montgomery, and he complimented my work. He wants to feature me in his gallery!" Sigourney squealed in excitement.

His eyes meet mine and I send him a sarcastic smile. This should be interesting. The door slams open and a angry looking Bonnie barges into his office. She's dressed in very short white mullet gown with thin straps a deep cowl collar. She is pretty. I think I've said that before. She immediately composes herself when she sees Ronan but when her eyes go down and meet mine, her eyes glare up with anger and jealousy. "Hi, Bonnie. Nice of you to join us."