Bones And Booth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Have you ever imagined trying to please everyone but no matter how hard you try, it doesn't change a thing? Well, there is a dark side to every story, don't get so pitiful about mine, I've decided to have a game plan. "Who are you truly?" he asked with fear in his eyes. My boyfriend looked so worried as he stared deeply into my eyes. How am I supposed to find the right words to explain truthfully the truth behind my identity? "You have to leave!" I screamed leaving him in total disappointment.

Scott! Scott! Scott! Scott! Scott! Scott! Scott! He is the school hottie, He is handsome, He is cute, He is hot! Everyone loves him, Everyone fear him, He is rich, He is every girl’s crush, but; He is so arrogant. And I, Lillian Mandela despise him so much, he is too arrogant, he looks down on people. I had developed hatred for him ever since he looked down on me and spoken to me arrogantly. I will make sure he regrets what he did to me. I will make sure I tame him. In summary, this story is all about the lifestyle of high school students. This story talks about a high school girl who on her first day at school met a rich and arrogant guy. She developed hatred for him since

THE KISSING BOOTH by Aurelia Venus Charlotte used to believe betrayal had limits. Then she walked into her parents’ bedroom and found her boyfriend of six years tangled in the sheets with the two people who were supposed to love her most. With nowhere left to go and no savings after another devastating betrayal by the friend she trusted with everything, Venus flees to Las Vegas, determined to rebuild her life from nothing. Her last chance comes in the form of a risky internship at a struggling PR firm whose reputation is collapsing almost as fast as her own life did. Desperate to prove she belongs, Venus pitches a bold Valentine’s campaign designed to take the internet by s

"He thought she was a pretty cage. She was the lock, the key, and the woman who'd burned the whole prison down."

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death. The reason? His childhood sweetheart's leukemia has relapsed, and she needs another bone marrow transplant. He comes to my place, wanting to make me sign a donor agreement. However, he finds that the place has long been vacated. He asks a neighbor about it. "Are you talking about Kristen? She's long dead! I heard it was because someone dragged her away for a bone marrow donation when she was already sick. She died a few days after returning home." My husband refuses to believe that. He thinks my neighbor and I have conspired to lie to him. He says impatiently, "If you see her, tell her I won't pay the medical bills for that c

My mother was the most renowned forensic artist, yet she refused to acknowledge me as her daughter. On my eighteenth birthday, I was kidnapped and called her for help. However, my mother replied impatiently, "Today is Angelina's birthday. Just die if you want attention that badly." Later, all the bones in my body were shattered and scattered everywhere. When my mother reconstructed my face from the bones, she lost her mind.

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to

One night a young boy unable to cultivate falls into a cave and changes his destiny forever. Orphaned, unable to cultivate, ridiculed by all, the boy who fought with bones has a bone to pick with all those who wronged him and a mystery to uncover.

On the night I get dismembered, my girlfriend, Victoria Hewitt, announces her marriage to the world. Clad in the wedding dress that I've personally designed, she soon marries her first love, Joseph Danford, happily. When Victoria receives the news of my death, she merely smiles before claiming that I'm a pathological liar. But what she doesn't know is that I've died for her sake. Later on, Victoria constructs a sculpture out of my bones. She develops a habit of hugging it every day since then.

A highly contagious virus broke out in the city. My entire family was infected—only I was spared. To eliminate the virus as quickly as possible, I, a specialist in the field, secretly volunteered for a classified human experiment without telling anyone. However, on the day the miracle cure was finally developed, I realized I could no longer speak.