Withered Bonnie Face Novels & Stories

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.

However, it was apparent that obtaining Crescent Pack would not be as effortless as capturing the other packs I had encountered before. I cleared my throat, looked up from the file, and said to Bonnie, “Tell me about the latest updates!” Bonnie nodded and explained the crucial subject matter that demanded my undivided attention. However, my mind couldn’t help but wander elsewhere. While my eyes were fixed on Bonnie, who was speaking to me, I couldn’t help but visualize my beloved wife’s face appearing before my eyes. I remembered how deeply our eye lock was when I passed an amusing glance at her right after she scared my bastard brother away.

"I'm OK, and before you think that, I'm just saying that I'm not. I'm doing ok. The first few weeks were incredibly hard, especially after everything that happened with my... with those three but since they died, every week has gotten a little easier, and now I feel the latest that I have in a long time." "Really?" I ask her, still unsure what to make of her answer. I may be able to feel her emotions, but I can't see her face, and it makes it harder for me to be able to judge her answer. Bonnie has a very reactive face and I can pretty much tell whenever she is lying, not that she does it often, and it's never anything serious. It's mainly when we are playing a board game or card game, and s

The chirping sounds of birds woke Bonnie up as she slowly laid her eyes on the village boy who found her and her sisters on the ground. “ Um, hello , “ “ Are you OK?, “ The village boy said. “ You and your friends look like you got hurt bad,” “ Oh we will be fine,” Bonnie said as she picked herself up. “ But thanks for the help, Mr..., “ “ Taylor Wilde,” the village boy said. “ You three are not from here, are you?, “ “ What gave it away?, “ “ Well, most of the girls here are not as pretty you are, “

On the anniversary of Andy’s death, I was finally allowed to remove the bandages. Suzanne carefully unwrapped them layer by layer before handing me a mirror. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. However, under everyone’s quiet encouragement, I took a deep breath and slowly reached for it. After six long years, I saw my own face again and broke down crying. Suzanne pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my tears gently. “Don’t cry. You just recovered.” Then, from behind her, she brought out a bouquet of flowers.

She smiled, “That would be great! I just want to see my mom happy instead of hearing her cry every night. She tries to hide it, but she’s not very good at it.” I smiled, “Why don’t you talk to Mister Koda while I go get your mother. You will be helping to make sure your dad gets the right punishment. But you need to make sure you tell him the truth. Okay?” She smiles as she nods. They sat on a picnic table, and I went to knock on the door, but Bonnie opened the door before I could knock. I smiled at her, “Hey. How are you holding up?” She smiled, but I could see she was not as well as she could be. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m doing as well as expected. H

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

Bonnie began walking into traffic without thinking and his widening eyes and hand flying into the air made her look at what she was doing. She scrambled back onto the sidewalk and glanced away, embarrassed, then found her gaze drifting back to meet his. Bonnie tried to look casual when she felt anything but. What is he doing here? She bit her lip and glanced around, then back to him. He wasn’t alone, she realized. A good-looking man with shaved short hair and mischief in his eyes stepped forward and said something in his ear. His friend wore jeans and a blue t-shirt with yellow writing that read, “Deal With It.”

Bonnie sat quietly in the room where she was kept. Her face felt hot and she knew she had a cut on her lower lip from where she had been hit when she was grabbed. She had cried her eyes out until she didn't have the energy to cry anymore, so she just sat on the floor with her knees raised up to her chest and tried to think. Her life had changed so much since she ran out on her wedding…. It hadn't even been up to four months but so much had happened that it felt like years had passed.

The woman's words finally quelled the siblings' enthusiasm. Finally given the opportunity to introduce herself, the middle-aged woman continued, "Don't worry, my dear. We're family, and we won't do anything to hurt you. "I'm Bonnie, 54 years old. I've been working all over the country, trying to make a living while desperately searching for my missing daughter." Indeed, a woman of Bonnie's age would naturally show signs of aging, and her extensive travels in search of her lost daughter had etched wrinkles on her face, narrating the passage of time.