Withered Bonnie Novels & Stories

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

She had more stamina than I had. Chuckling to myself, I opened the door wider to allow myself inside, and it was then I felt the breath leave my lungs. "BONNIE!" I screamed her name as I fell to my knees, my legs weakened and buckled as I landed to the ground with a crack. The lifeless body of Bonnie lay on the ground next to her bed, and I couldn't form any intelligible thoughts or words at that moment. A gnarled wound gaped her neck as the last remaining contents of her blood trickled from the wound. Bonnie lay in the pool of her own life after being drained during the night.

Where the fuck were the guards when I needed them? Bonnie had a smirk on her face, like she had won this round. "Don't try anything stupid or I'll shoot." She threatened. "So little Bonnie is actually Greta." I amused. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that held a promise that she could end my life. I had to play it cool. I have to think about my baby. I know I can take her down. I have to play this right. “What do you want, Bonnie, or should I call you Greta?” I asked, watching her every move. If she wanted me dead, I would have been dead. She had other plans. Probably with her brother.

“Melody, there is nothing wrong. When Bonnie and Christine see it for the first time, they will be ecstatic. Now, go get dressed. You have to walk down with Bonnie.” Bonnie’s dress was lace with embroidery around her cuffs and hem. The back was see through and fit tightly to her form. The neckline was low, allowing Branden to mark her. “Bonnie, you look amazing.” “It feels funny not having Mom and Dad here. That damn hurricane had to come now.” “They are safe at the rescue center, and you don’t have to worry about them.”

Then Betsy’s voice broke through. “Alira!” she screamed. “Please! Please help me!” My breath caught perfectly just the right amount of panic. “Betsy? What’s going on? Where are you?” “They kidnapped us!” she cried. “Please, Alira, help us! I’m scared!” I pressed a hand to my mouth, acting stunned. “Us?? I don't understand you Betsy..who is the US??” “Alec and I." She said shamelessly. “What?? Alec, my fiance??"

She said, "I heard that you dumped Mr. Carter back when he was penniless. Then, after he became a powerful Mafia boss, you did everything you could to make him marry you. "You've been clinging to the title of wife all this time, and now that he's found true love, you call her the homewrecker. Don't you think that you're the problem here?Are you just playing the victim to gain sympathy?" I sneered and grabbed the paparazza’s ID badge from her neck. Her name was Nicole Scott. I asked, "You’re Yvette’s pawn, aren’t you? Spreading lies to slander me!” "Is this the twisted version of the story she fed you? Elton forced me to marry him back then. Do you think that I wanted to be his wife?"

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.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

Bonnie said, eyes still on the clearing. "They had my eyes," she said, turning her head to briefly look at Bonnie with her green eyes. Bonnie smiled a sad one. "And what else? Let me picture them in my head." Elinor went back and stared into the distance. She pictured Emory and Cressida in her head and she almost choked up with tears. "They had Colin's dark hair," she went on. "Ah, what a shame. Yours is more beautiful," was Bonnie's remarks. Jokingly, she bumped her shoulder into Bonnie's, "I know, right?"

************************************************ 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.