Who Possesses Bonnie Novels & Stories

“ Trust me, man. They are not Shane’s. I spoke to AJ and he said that Shane can’t have kids and as for Weston, not likely.” “ Then find that son of a bitch and when you do I want him castrated and his genitals fed to my dogs! No one touches her! Bella is mine. Mine to do with as I please and trust me, she’ll do whatever I tell her to do.” I replied. “ Now, Nate, do as you’re paid and bring me her children. It’s time to set up some pawns in this game.”

Despite the agitation in my chest, I still managed to ask him. “Uh, Papa, what were you talking about? What is it for, why-“ He cut me off mid-sentence and looked straight at me. There was something in his eyes…like he’d just secured exactly what he wanted. “Well, you know how things work in a business-driven world, Alina. Having Mr. Villion on our side is a major advantage. So… we’ve come to an agreement. You’ll be marrying his eldest son, Lance.”

“I swear I did. Sir Bernard often talked of tales from other provinces.” “But I am not formally taught. And I am not of royal blood, not like Lady Veronique Moranville,” she said, sadly. “The Baron has his options. I cannot imagine him marrying someone who will not benefit him well and will not endear him to the other aristocratic families.” Both of them became quiet. Lady Veronique was a young, lovely woman. She was one of the many cousins of the Duke and, according to Odette and the gossip-mongers, had been expecting to be betrothed to Fabian very shortly.

A part of me suddenly wished Damon was here. "No," she said, her tone calm but wary. "But I can tell he's a spy. I can't shake the feeling that someone’s watching, waiting to kill you." My heart skipped a beat. "Should we call Damon?" Bonnie's expression darkened. "No need. I'll call his sister instead." She discreetly reached for her phone. My eyes widened in shock. "Sister? Damon has a sister?" "Yes, he does. She was the one behind your sister's rescue. We call her Ghost," Bonnie said with a sly smile. "She's nice but a total badass. You're going to like her."

Bonnie was so frightened that her soul had left her body. Marcus's expression was still very gentle and doting. "Bonnie, I'll let you know as well that all of your relatives and friends are now in the police station. You're the only one left. There are police officers in plain clothes outside. Tell me, are you going to go to the police station with this ring on or are you going to take it off?"

“The nurse?” “Yeah. The one who called Faye? She’s a Vampire,” Cassidy replied. “What?” Cadence couldn’t believe her ears. She’d had no idea. Perhaps it was because she already felt uneasy being in this building with all of the others or being near Bonnie. Cassidy rolled her eyes. Some things never changed. “She seems like a sweet lady. I think I’d be okay with Bonnie going with her.” At the sound of her name, Bonnie turned and looked at the two women. “Where’s Mama?” she asked quietly.

I pressed my lips together, ready to speak, when his low murmur brushed against my ear: "Wendy... are you really not Candy?" "Of course not!" I shoved him back, firm and sharp. "Nick, I already told you at the old house—I'm not Candy, and I'll never be her substitute!" Something like defeat flickered in the depths of his eyes. His face smoothed into a blank mask as he gave a small nod. "Let's go." Bonnie's POV Moonlight Bar. Bruce had gathered a few friends in a private booth, drinking.

Knowing there was a wolf inside the intense blonde man made him all the more imposing. Danny looked past her to Nate, eyebrows lifted slightly. “You showed her,” he whispered, taking it in. He met her hopeful eyes, but his wall was up. Bonnie continued with as gentle a voice as she’d ever used, “You can trust me. I will never tell your secret to anyone, especially my father. I'm beginning to realize that my father used me for his selfish gain. I will keep your true nature guarded in my heart because I have decided to now become a part of you.”

he said softly, “you’ve got art today. Show them what you showed me last night.” Molly’s face lit up instantly. “Really?” “Really,” he smiled. “It’s your superpower.” Bonnie watched all of this with that same sharp, unreadable look. Not jealousy, nothing that clear. More like she was watching a movie of a life she thought she should’ve been in. Damien finally tore his eyes from his phone. “Come on, Bonnie.” She didn’t move. He sighed heavily, irritated. “Bonnie. Let’s go.” Her chin lifted, stubborn, just for a second. Then she followed.