Withered Bonnie Novels & Stories

I despised werewolves, the passion for my hatred burned as brightly as the sun. However Bonnie was the opposite, she never openly expressed that she admired them, but her actions have spoken louder than her words. Therefore, it comes as no surprise when she asks, “I need something, you don’t even have to give me an allowance, I can survive this month but please.” “I need the latest edition of the Swan Lake necklace, it’s such a captivating piece that I will be outstanding at the genetic screening, they won’t be able to resist me.” She proclaims fiercely.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

NIKOLAI We traversed through the snow for hours. By evening, Terri’s stomach grumbled, cutting through the silence of the frozen wilderness. I turned my head to sneak a peek at her, and she kept her head facing ahead, marching on. Again, her stomach grumbled.

Instead, he promised to make me suffer until the moment I die. He cracked my bones piece by piece, then soaked me in salt water. I endured that pain for three years. In the end, my corpse was dumped into the sea. But what I found laughable was that at the moment my soul was fading away, I saw Gemma return in all her glory. She didn't die at all. Instead, she had become the new Donna of the Moreno Family. They put on a public display for the media, feigning a reunion after a tragic love story and reveling in everyone's blessings. Meanwhile, I was just the foolish sacrificial lamb in their tale of love.

The distant wail of a siren crested the hill, growing louder, and echoing off the wet pavement of the main street. "Richard, get in the back," Bonny commanded, his tone shifting back to the maritime lawyer he once was. "Oma, get behind the counter. Put on that spare sweater of mine hanging by the stove. You look too much like a victim; we need you to look like a bored employee." "What about the door?" Richard asked, gesturing to the splintered wood. "The wind," Bonny said simply. "A rogue gust during the storm happens every winter. As for the blood on the rug... well, I’m an old man with a clumsy streak and a sharp letter opener."

"A shell of her former self, eh? That's spot on, Grandpa. Let's just focus on ourselves from now on. They're nothing to us." He nodded in agreement. "I won't get worked up because of her anymore. We'll live well together." Jolene dropped by not long after. She came bearing gifts for Bruce, but didn't plead for Leon. "Bruce, I'll get to the end of this. I'm just glad you're alright." Bruce didn't give her a warm response. She felt guilty and left on her own. However, she felt an odd sense of emptiness growing inside her as she walked away, leaving her increasingly uneasy. She lit a cigarette—something she hadn't touched in a long time.

Then movement—four powerful shapes pushing through toxic smoke, wolves manifesting as shadows. "Alpha's daughter! Hold fast! Your father's pack has come! The Northern wolves have breached the silver!" Strong arms lifted me from wreckage, carrying me away from the burning territory of the male who discarded me like ash, away from the broken bond that had been my cage, toward freedom. "Please hang on—the bond of blood calls you home—" I gritted my teeth and wrote my name in blood across the Bond Severance Scroll. Pain tore through me. Then black.

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

“You’re lucky you’re hot. I—“ “See? Look! Right there!” I gestured to Bonnie Nolan, who definitely was attempting to shoot death rays from her eyes. “She’s envisioning me dead. Incinerated. Vaporized. Whatever.” Jack put his arm snugly around my waist. “She’ll have to whatever both of us, then.” Bonnie’s expression did not soften as we neared. If anything, she looked angrier up close. “Hey, Aunt Bon.” Jack tossed her an easy grin.

Some people just didn't want to spend their last days feeling miserable like that. River, Willow, and Lyle sat at the table. I sat dishes around the table for everyone and helped Bonnie bring the food over. Willow had been quiet today. I couldn't blame her. Losing Bonnie was going to hurt everyone. Bonnie was an amazing mom. Of course, she had that alcohol binge for a little while, but it wasn’t unforgivable. The alcohol numbed the pain of losing her husband. Bonnie and Thomas had spent their entire lives together. Bonnie and Thomas were high school sweethearts. Bonnie seemed to be thinking clearer than ever before.