Weaver Bonnie Novels & Stories

“All right, Bonnie. How’d you get roped into all this?” “After the crash, I was laid off from the post office. I did odd jobs to get by. I was online looking for work. I thought about selling . . . sex toys to women for commission. I saw an advertisement for a website. I clicked on it and . . . David and Danielle were the featured couple,” Bonnie admitted. “Christ,” Nick groaned and took another sip of his drink. “Are you driving?” Jacobs asked. “Nope. I walked. Thank, God I did,” Nick stated.

♛ Aurora: “So, when's the meeting supposed to be held?” I looked up from my laptop and asked Bonnie, who was standing across the office table. She looked down at her tab, fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose with a finger, then returned her gaze to me. “On the 14th, next Friday,” she muttered, pushing back a strand of her curly hair that had fallen on her face. Her warm black eyes stared down at me. She was a petite young lady, around 5’5 in height. I stared at her, wondering exactly what made Mia have doubts about her. Bonnie was respectful and diligent in her work—exactly what I needed—so I couldn't just dismiss her because of Mia’s doubts.

Logan Reynolds I’m halfway through a proposal draft when I hear the familiar knock—three sharp raps. Only one person knocks like that. “Come in,” I call, already knowing. Bonnie pushes the door open like she owns the place. She’s in ripped jeans, her denim jacket slung over one shoulder, sunglasses perched on her head even though she’s inside. “Well, well,” she smirks, stepping in and letting the door fall shut behind her. “Big man behind the desk. You know, you used to build Lego cities on the floor.”

The young lass giggled, having understood what she meant. "Look, let's go back to your issue at hand, alright? Let's not make this about me." The redhead dropped the knife on the table and wiped her hands on her apron. She approached Bonnie, and the lass took a pause in mixing the porridge. "Is there really nothing else you want to do?" "Like what?" "I don't know... what are you really good at?" Bonnie took a moment to think. "I'm good at whining, mummy said. Pops said that it is the perfect quality for a wife." They both giggled. "I like knitting but... I don't want to be a spinster!"

Bonnie Bonnie fell effortlessly into the rhythm of the camp. By day four of working in the kitchen, she was joking with Chef and already knew all the names of the horses in the barn. She worked her tail off washing dishes and making request meals for the camp kids. Anything Chef asked her to do she did as quickly and efficiently as possible. She felt safe here. There wasn’t a whisper of her former life. She secretly started to wish that the part for the dish-washing machine would keep getting delayed. She didn’t want to leave this place.

I wiped my face, glad I hadn’t done my makeup yet. “Are you nervous?” I asked. Damien nodded, not bothering to look up from his phone. Bonnie bursted into the room. The bright magenta of her dress was an eyesore. “Daddy, please zip my dress.” She was bouncing as she admired her reflection. “Hold still, Bonnie.” Damien was struggling. I imagined the zipper breaking and felt immediate guilt. Bonnie may have looked like she was imitating a certain purple dinosaur, but she was happy. “I can help.” I moved toward them.

It smells like sex in here. I close my laptop and walk out of the office. When I reach my bedroom, Benny walks up the stairs. “Did you get everything done?” He asks and I nod. I had more than I was planning. “Yeah, how were the things you had to do?” I ask and he nods, approaching me. “Bonnie is going to flip when she sees her new car,” he says and I widen my eyebrows. I nod slightly, smiling. “I got her the jeep she wanted,” Benny says.

Bonnie made it known to Alura that she would be the one there, so more reason for Alura to show up. Bonnie would be there also, and they would both face Alura. Bonnie was the first person at the scene, she and Ava had everything planned, staged and they couldn't wait for Alura to reach. “Red hair.” Bonnie heard the voice that she had grown to detest. It was Alura, she was here. She turned to her. “You're finally here, I thought you were scared of showing up,” Bonnie said. “Me? Scared? Of you, someone who stopped practising witchcraft for years?” She asked and Bonnie laughed.

I ordered strictly. Of course, I don't want any male werewolf to eye my naked wife. Bonnie said, "Yes!" And I disconnected the mind-link. I kissed her and grabbed towels for us. After wrapping her tiny body I lifted her by her ass, her legs wrapped around my waist and sitting on the wheelchair, I took her out of the bathroom.

' Gwen had thought to herself. "Did you forget? My family had been sponsoring and funding many medical organizations for many years. I'm not a doctor, but after all these years of hearing and talking to doctors, I know a little thing or two. From the way Ms. Bonnie looked, she doesn't look like a vegetative person who's about to die. She looks like someone who is unconscious because she's been poisoned. Also, I know that Mr. Jim's mother, Mrs. Landry, is an expert in poison, so I presumed that Ms. Bonnie isn't going to die. She's just unconscious because of the poison. "All of you had talked about dressing her in a wedding dress before she dies and allowing Mr. Jim to spend her last few mome