Withered Bonnie Face Novels & Stories

She looked at the table and stopped. "Marcellus. What is all this?" "I cooked," I said. "You cooked. Marcellus Morello, who once burned water, cooked?" "I am capable of more than you give me credit for." She kissed my cheek, laughed then sat down. Bonnie slid into the chair across from me, her face was blank. She wore a gray hoodie and her hair in a messy bun. She looked tired and hollowed out. Like practice had taken something from her. I wanted to reach across the table and touch her hand but I refrained from that.

Shaking her head in disappointment for having to ask, I took Ada by the hand and helped her off the last rung. The stress of hiding us was written all over Ada, her face etched in worry, her shoulders stooped a little lower, and her bright eyes had lost some of their shine. She smoothed her apron with her hands. Her brow furrowed as she looked at the faces in the room. “I have much to tell you,” she said with a sad smile. “Have you seen Jackson or Fenis?” Aunt Bonnie asked. She missed her husband and had been a nervous wreck since his departure.

For years, at the slightest inconvenience she would throw a tantrum yet right now – she didn’t make a sound. Bonnie lifted her head slowly and I gasped at the horror, crimson stained cheeks with blood pouring from the huge gash upon the right side of her face. It ran from the top of her brow, over her eye and down to her mouth. She gave me a soft smile, woven with sorrow and regret. “I’m glad you’re okay, Bella.” My eyes grew wide, astonished by her behavior that it sent a chill down my spine. Bonnie has never shown genuine affection towards me, and I became desensitized, accepting any shred of love she offered even if it was fake.

On college decision day, everyone at Westcreek High was talking about valedictorian Shawn Jamison. The hopeless romantic had turned down Velmont University for a less prestigious college that offered a huge scholarship! The school administrators were so furious that they immediately tore down the poster celebrating Shawn as the school's top student. Shawn didn't care. He was busy working part-time at a local club, hauling cases of beer. Once he finished his shift that night, his wages and scholarship money would be enough to cover college tuition for him and his girlfriend, Jenna Sharp. A moment later, several familiar voices came from behind him. They sounded like Jenna's closest friend

on her. Before her hands could fully heal, news came that she had been beaten again, leaving her paralyzed. As for Marco, after losing me, he drowned himself in alcohol, abandoning all family duties. By the time he'd discovered his stomach cancer, it was already too late. One night, I got a call from an unknown number. The voice was weak and pleading. "Anna, I'm dying… Do you still love me…" "No." "Amore, who's that on the phone?"

“I was just bitter towards you. I don't know why,Rosy. I didn't know” “You must be an evil person”, I retorted back. “Tell me, what if the acid had touched my face instead of your daughter’s? What if it had melted my skin and blinded me forever or created a massive scar on my face. What would have happened? She looked up, her face soaked with tears. Her hands trembled, smeared with blood. “She's my daughter-Rosy, Please, we need to take her to the hospital”.

Arlene slapped his hand. "I'm a growing boy!" Red said with his mouth full. "It's my pre-dinner snack!" "So werewolves start shifting at—" I began. "Puberty," Gunner finished my sentence. "'Cept Bonnie. How old were you, like ten?" "What can I say? I've always been a step ahead of the game," Bonnie replied with a smirk. Arlene chuckled. "Blayze was so mad she beat him to it." "I'm gonna get a drink," Bonnie said. "Anyone wanna join me?" She stepped out onto the back porch, where there was a cooler full of beer. Red and Gunner followed. Brat stayed with me.

"You're..." "My silly girl has clearly forgotten," her mother laughed, seeing Sarah's confusion. "This is Travis Winters, our old neighbor. When you were little, you thought he was so handsome that you kept declaring you'd marry him someday. You even took the ring your father gave me for our anniversary and presented him as your ‘engagement ring.’ Don't you remember?" With her mother's reminder, fragments of memories returned to Sarah, though these events had happened when she was barely nine years old. Looking at the stunningly handsome face before her, she couldn't help saying, "You're even more handsome than you were back then."

Bonnie “Damn you dirty rotten piece of metal!” The words that continued to come out of Bonnie Kincaid’s mouth would have made her mother blush. If her mother had been there, she would have washed her daughter’s mouth out with soap, even though Bonnie was twenty-seven years old.

"Cesare? I thought you left Navarino… You tricked us all!" Cesare slowly walked over. Staring at Leonardo, whose limbs were now tightly bound, he smirked coldly. "It seems that from now on, the Moretti family's territory belongs to the Fontana family."