Withered Toy Bonnie Novels & Stories

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

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

Bonnie yell s"I'm tired of you evil suckers, and you ned to stop touching me before I beat you up! I;'m angry, you stop touching me, I don't want a stupid hug!" _ Dr. Markus goes to Bonnie and the others saying "Lets not talk about this with an angry 7-year-old with a risky pregnany that can be induced with stress." _ Bonnie says "I just want peace!" Bonnie is 7 and now about to throw a tantrum in ____________________ Captions: 5... ____________________ Bonnie whimpers _____________________ Captions: 4... _______________________________ Bonnie closes her eyes and pouts her face. Her father hugs her tightly, but gentle for the baby in her.

Celeste’s POV “You’re a lame, toxic mom! Don’t try to ruin our happy family!” Bonnie screeched. Her face scrunched into a hostile scowl that stabbed daggers at my heart. A lame, toxic housewife? I somehow doubted those concepts were in my preschooler’s curriculum. “That’s right, sweetie. Tell the bad woman to stop trying to tear our family apart.” Vanessa said. She stroked Bonnie’s hair like a heartless puppeteer.

Cassana rested on a hammock while Bonnie sat beside, shaking her until she fell asleep. Robb arrived in the middle of the afternoon bringing a clay jar of hartshorn with him. Bonnie told him to hand them to Trev instead so Cassana can continue sleeping. Several more neighbors arrived, bringing food, beverage and condolences, Bonnie received them all and promised to forward their regards to Cassana. Ashvell's father was among those who came, but he offered more, volunteering to prepare a coffin for the drow. Bonnie agreed and Trev came forward to help prepare Otheric's body for the funeral.

She smiled, “That would be great! I just want to see my mom happy instead of hearing her cry every night. She tries to hide it, but she’s not very good at it.” I smiled, “Why don’t you talk to Mister Koda while I go get your mother? You will be helping to make sure your dad gets the right punishment. But you need to make sure you tell him the truth. Okay?” She smiles as she nods. They sat on a picnic table, and I went to knock on the door, but Bonnie opened the door before I could knock. I smiled at her, “Hey. How are you holding up?” She smiled, but I could see she was not as well as she could be. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m doing as well as expected. H

Bonnie said. “But honey, the snake will eat the bird.” “Then I'll keep the snake; this bird is boring.” Bonnie seemed to be bored with the bird already. “Okay, I hope he can hear you. Tell me, what do you think Wave wants?” He asked since it was hard to communicate with Wave… he was just speaking gibberish. “I think he wants more puzzles; please tell me Mommy isn't choosing our gifts this year.” Bonnie said, and Nicholas chuckled, Fatima was the worst gifter. She gave things that she saw were of importance to her. And yes, Bonnie knew Santa was their parents.

I pulled out my tool bag, this time grabbing some meat sheers. "Haha, You.... think...you...can...break me... Alpha?" Bonnie coughs. "Oh, I don't have to break you. I'm just enjoying our visit, passing the time while Maddox receives something for me." Killian plays it coy. "Nothing you can find will make me talk." "We will see about that? Does the name Devin mean anything to you?" I smiled while twisting the sheers in my hand for extra dramatic effect. All the colour drains from Bonnie's face, but she remains calm and emotionless.

"And he is tall and strong and handsome... and his kisses are ..." "Jennie!" Her mother snapped, making her shut her mouth and blush again. I smiled. She was right to be infatuated by Thorr. "Let her be, Melissa," I said, laughing. "Like you weren't like that at her age." Melissa joined in the laughter. "Adrienne," I turned to see Bonnie standing near the door. I stood up and walked to her. "What's up?" "Here you go," Bonnie said, pointing at Trixie who stood at a corner, angry and snarling. But she wasn't shouting.

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.