Withered Bonnie Novels & Stories

"Have you forgotten our promise? If you betray me, I'll destroy you. Just wait—I'll get rid of Kate, and once she's gone, I'll have the money to give you the life you deserve." "I've found something better, Damon," Bonnie replied softly but firmly. "I don't want to risk it anymore. I'm sorry." "No!" he bellowed, but the line went dead. When Alex sent me the recording, I couldn't help but laugh. So much for an unbreakable alliance—it had crumbled so easily. For Bonnie, being with Alex wasn't just about wealth; it had become her lifeline, her desperate grasp at salvation. She wasn't going to let go.

The servants exchanged looks—sympathetic, pitiful looks—then slowly shook their heads. "Maybe they're in medical or segregation," another maid offered. That didn't help. Then the one with the two stupid pigtails piped up. "You know who was here though? That thing Bonnie." "What?" I asked, staring at her. "She visited you?" "She looked awful and smelled even worse," she sneered. "It's almost like she was rolling around in wet dog fur and mud. Fitting for a rogue." "She is one of them now," another one chimed in. "And can you believe the way she walked in here like she owned the place?"

I say, but my voice sounds hollow. "It is. And now they've got you trapped with him for thirty days and someone's watching your every move and…" "And someone's poisoning the air vents." She stares at me. "What?" "Tonight's patrol. Kaelen and I checked the Neutral House perimeter. Something smelled wrong near the back of the building. Chemical. Sweet." "What kind of chemical?" "I don't know yet. But synthetic wolfsbane has a sweet smell when it's concentrated." Lyra's face goes white. "They're trying to make you sick."

Even if I had to, I'd drag someone down with me. A rusty axe lay in the corner of the cabin, left behind after chopping firewood. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung at the lock. A loud clang echoed across the entire pack's territory, sending birds scattering from the rooftops. After a dozen swings, my arms burned with pain. The lock finally snapped. I shoved the door open and bolted. Under the moonlight, my skin gleamed an eerie violet. Clearly, the wolfsbane had seeped into my bones.

… Their wedding was set for three months later. On the day of the ceremony, the sky was impossibly clear. Elena wore a simple white gown and carried a bouquet of wildflowers Calliope had picked for her that morning. With the blessing of their friends and family, she walked toward Caspian. When the pastor pronounced them husband and wife, Calliope rushed forward and threw herself into Elena's arms. "Aunt Elena!" she called out brightly. Behind the crowd, three solitary figures stood apart from everyone else. "I'll take care of it," Caspian murmured, giving Elena's hand a gentle squeeze.

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?"

Ivy obediently accepted the bowl and drank it all in one go. Seeing how her face crunched up due to the drink's bitterness, Mary immediately handed her a piece of candy. "That's a good girl. Two more rounds and we're all done. By then, your leg will be healed, and you can once again stand on stage." Heartache gleamed in Mary's eyes. She patted Ivy's head lovingly. Ivy looked at her legs. She had indeed successfully escaped from the fire, but she did not expect to see barrels of gasoline in the abandoned warehouse.

I'd been in a secret relationship with Nathan for six years. He said we couldn't go public because of his career. So we always split the bill, and anniversary gifts never cost more than fifteen dollars. The night before our anniversary, I asked him for the sixth time when he'd come home with me to meet my family. He turned me down again. "Ivy, I just think things are moving a little fast. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, after all." So I went home alone, carrying the expensive cheese and wine he'd bought for my mom. I pushed open the door and found the living room trashed. My stepsister Chloe stood there with a smug grin on her face. "Mrs. Mercer, you owe my family a million dollars. You'v

she whispered. “Where is she?” I asked, hoping if she answered nothing else, she could tell me where she was. “Get… Bonnie,” Lena whispered. The vacant look in her eyes filled her entire face as she grimaced in pain. She drew in one last shallow breath and then faded away, right in my arms. Even though I’d seen it before, it was still shocking, and it took me a moment to register that she was gone.

"But prospects who don't have mates can have any of the Blood Dogs they feel comfortable with turn them." My mind wandered to when I'd thought about the possibility of Cyrus turning me. "Just keep your distance and see what happens," I told myself as we entered Bonnie's trailer. She put on her robe and started a pot of coffee. "Oh, I've got something for you," she added as she headed toward her tiny bedroom. "Bonnie, you've given me way too much already." "Well," she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without."