Novel & Cerita Bambi X Ronno

The cheers got louder when a pair of hands covered in long white gloves started moving up and down the front of Bambi’s body. “Yeah, fuck yeah!” a man exclaimed in the back of the room. “God, I love this place!” another man yelled from the bar. The pair of hands massaged Bambi’s B cup breasts. Her mouth gaped open as the hands moved down her tummy to her vagina. “Rub her down, yeah!” a woman yelled. “Hell yeah!” Jesse shouted. The bouncers picked up two more buckets of water and splashed it on Bambi and whoever stood behind her. The red light got brighter.

I’m convinced they’re fairly sick of me being the last to get ready every single time. Ronan wears a white shirt with the first three buttons popped open, exposing the skin of his chest and the dark silky hairs that form a somewhat straight line down to where the rest of his shirt covers. For the first time, his blonde hair isn’t slicked back. A pair of sky blue shorts hugs his thighs, exposing long, muscular legs that form a lump in my throat. He’s sitting on a couch, scrolling through his phone. Malachi’s clad in a matching grey shirt and shorts. His dark hair is combed to the back of his head, instead of the usual mess it is all over his face. While Jaxon is wearing…pink?

"Pandora, my friend, I stayed there when Derrik was with you, and let's face it; no one is as big of a rat as he is!" Half an hour later, her front door opened. "Honey, I'm home," Ron sang as he walked in with his hands full of bags. "You eat, me catch animal." Pandora snorted at the caveman voice he was using. "Me go bang-bang," he said, bringing out a long bat. "Ron," Pandora put on a warning tone. "I just want them out, not dead." Ron swung the bat down and then leaned on it. "This coming from the girl that is currently eating a cow?" he accused.

Even her name sounds like a stripper name. I can’t stand to look at them for very long since Bambi has her arm draped around Mike’s shoulder as she sits on the armrest of the couch while Mike is seated on the couch with a game controller in his hand. I can’t help but to mentally laugh at how the slut is trying to rub her hip up against Mike’s arm while he completely ignores her while he focuses in on the game. Even though I find that hilarious, I have to fight the urge to hurl though because Bambi has kept her hair pulled back proudly displaying her mark. That mark should be on Kane’s neck instead of her neck. Kane wants to be happy with his mate, but he isn’t allowed.

After traveling incognito with the Lycans Arystyn finally started to recognize her surroundings. “ I don’t live far from here” Arystyn announced to Jonah the leader of the group. Jonah was the Beta of his pack and was traveling with a band of young Lunas who were going to be mated with members of Jonah’s pack. The Lunas were a big help with Ari and Zander and all took turns holding and cooing over the tiny infants who were seemingly enjoying all the attention. The oldest of the group was Gina who told Arystyn that she had just celebrated her 25th birthday and was set up to be mated to the Alpha’s son Journey and she was hoping she would have a child of her own soon.

He laughed and said, "You have a point" When we landed, Alpha Arnou met us with a few Hummers. Damien approached him first and said, "Alpha Trahan, it's nice to meet you. This is my Luna, Abby Thomas." He took my hand and shook it saying, "So nice to meet you, Luna." Then he motioned to the man next to him saying, "This is my Beta, Rule Bergeron. Rule, this is Alpha Damien Riggs and his Luna Abby Thomas." He shook both of our hands and said, "We do appreciate your visit. We are facing some issues with the humans, and we don't know how we are going to deal with it."

Yes, the bond with Bambi will be there, but it won’t be like it would have been if Mike is mated with his true mate. Beta Malcolm sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. How is he going to fix this mess? Or can it be fixed?

“It’s probably the only exercise she gets.” “Oh, shut up, Barbie,” I snapped. “You’ve been walking around like your perfume hides your personality. It doesn’t.” “Enough.” The voice sliced through the tension like a whip. Instructor Ronan stepped into our circle. “Are you two sisters?” he asked. His gaze flicked between me and Amber. Amber flipped her hair and gave the most dramatic sigh. “Unfortunately.” I crossed my arms. “Not by choice.” He looked at both of us again, like we were puzzle pieces. Amber leaned in, dropping her voice to something softer. “It’s nothing, really. Just a misunderstanding. You know how sisters are.”

Raptly, the Solankes rose with fear, awaiting his response. "How is Ron? " Bambi Amah Solanke asked sharply, her long nightgown sweeping the floor. With trepidation, she flinched. Bambi's carriage was that which was always admired yet it was certain any of her admirers would be shocked, seeing her today. "He needs maximum rest Mrs Solanke, guess he has been keeping himself too busy and this week was hectic too. He need to take naps and his medications and diet must be strictly observed. "

Black fur swallowed skin. Massive. Terrifying. Ronan shifted a heartbeat later — deep gray, nearly the size of Damon but leaner. Faster built. The air trembled. No signal was given. They moved. The collision was thunder. Claws slashed. Teeth snapped. Power met power with no hesitation. Damon fought like a force of nature — direct, crushing, relentless. Ronan fought like strategy — circling, striking, retreating before impact. Blood hit the dirt. My breath caught when Ronan’s teeth grazed Damon’s flank.