Withered Toy Bonnie Novels & Stories

Darkness descended and Bonnie waited, minute after minute, breath after breath, for the worry to cease and the calm to return. One call from her dad and she was right back in the lonely hole she’d been trying so desperately to climb out of. She sighed, regret lodged in her chest. She couldn't blame David. How could he not doubt her when there were times she doubted herself? Duchess’s talons clipped along the fiber-glass deck as she approached Bonnie and dropped her new toy, the plastic keys, into Bonnie's lap. Bonnie managed a weak smile and drew her finger down the parrot’s head.

The Alpha who originally bought this land years ago decided to keep it and I don't think that I've ever been as happy to have it here as I am now. We have Bonnie's Dad and Brother to the right side of the shed along with Blue and Lola to the left. They have all been stripped down and tied to chairs ready for us and I know that I can speak for every person in here when I say that we are more than ready for them. I don't relish in hurting anyone even less women but sometimes it has to be done and after all the shit that Bonny's father brother and sister have bestowed on her, I'll have no problem ending every single one of them, and as for Lola...

She held out her bunny, its button eyes staring blankly. "Your eyes are the same color as Snowball’s!" she blurted, a small smile tugging at her lips. "They're really pretty. You're really pretty!" A shaky laugh slipped from me before I could catch it. "Thank you," I said softly. "Snowball is really cute too." Lexi giggled, elbowing Aria lightly. "See? I told you she'd be nice."

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.

Even imagining Bella having a boyfriend someday isn’t an easy thought at all. If she ever wants to settle down,he would have to make sure the man is worthy of his princess. Lucien walked into Braylon’s room and found him playing videogames. “Enough Bray.Now,go to bed.”He said,pulling out his duvet. Braylon reluctantly dropped it and got into the bed. “Goodnight,dad.”He said. Lucien smiled and tucked the duvet around him,he turned off the lights and walked away. He came by the living room and found Audrey almost through with her meal.

she asks, blinking through the darkness. This cabin sits near the border of our territory- the border between Norbury and Riverton. She must’ve crossed the border from Riverton during her pack’s full moon run when she felt the pull of the mate bond. It’s not much, but I’ve brought things here over the years to make it more comfortable for when I needed to hide out and get away. There’s a bed pushed up against the far wall, covered in soft blankets that I brought in after freezing my ass off one winter night. An old kitchenette is on the opposite side, the stove rusty from years of disuse and an abandoned teakettle resting on the counter. The only other furniture is a small table with a singl

When his grip loosened, I slid free and muttered something about getting some fresh air. He waved me off, already sinking into the chair, and I slipped out before the drug fully took him. Outside, the night was crisp, the air biting my bare arms as I joined the men by the fire pit. Flames crackled, spitting sparks into the dark. I watched the men pass a bottle around, laughing rough and loud. “Jade, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” one of them said, giving me a once over. I forced a chuckle as I leaned against a crate. “Just tired.” I forced my hands in my pockets to hide the tremble.

Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she held her breath and pulled the trigger. Bonnie’s body went still, but there was no ash, no smoke. Nothing. Confused, Cassidy tilted back slightly on her heels. “Bonnie?” She shook the child, who was as still and quiet as she would expect a human child to be after such an event. But still no ashes. “Is she…” Dax said right behind her. Cassidy turned her head as if to answer and then felt a rush and went flying backward as the child stepped on her neck and took off toward the door.

still damp from a shower, and she wore that soft blue robe I liked, the one that made her look like something out of a painting. And Bonnie. Bonnie sat at the kitchen island, half-slouched over a bowl of yogurt she wasn't eating. She wore workout clothes; leggings, a baggy sweatshirt, her hair in a messy ponytail. She was clearly ready for school. And I felt my chest tighten at the sight. "...coach says if we win regionals, we go to states," Bonnie was saying, stirring her yogurt without looking at it. "Which we won't, because Marcus still can't box out to save her life, but whatever."