Bambi X Ronno Novels & Stories

The wildcard. Ready to become the “Luna” of a pack that hadn’t even let me through the front door properly. Let’s see how this plays out. “Andrew is on his way here, but you said you’re his mate?” Alpha Daddy started interrogating me – gently, like he was trying not to scare the little bunny I was supposed to be. “Well, yes. We sniffed each other out just after his birthday last week. I’m already nineteen and a half, so him shifting triggered the bond.” I said it with the sweetest girly smile I could manage.

The creature tilted its head, lips peeling away from bloody teeth in something that looked like a smile. “Run…” it rasped—voice broken, guttural, barely human. The sound of it slithered down her spine like ice water. Then the last word hissed out, sharp and deliberate— “…Bambiiii, run.” It took a second for her world to turn dark.

"Those animals are attracted to you. They follow you. pursue you. This implies that we can use you to attract them if we manage to keep you alive. "No," Ronan firmly said. "It was not a request." Ronan lunged. He covered the gap between himself and Caleb in a single bound, moving quicker than Clara had ever witnessed. Caleb, though, was prepared. One of his hunters fired as he moved away. Sharp and loud, the gunfire rang out. With a tranquilizer dart implanted in his shoulder, Ronan fell hard to the ground. His legs gave out when he tried to lift himself. He lost consciousness in a matter of seconds.

"Bambi! Why would you say that?" Bambi's expression darkened. After all, Theodore had gotten hurt saving her. And the one who shot the arrow… was her own twin brother, Beau. A wave of emotions pressed down on her, too overwhelming for her small frame to process. Finnegan lifted Bambi into the vehicle, and Harvey turned to look elsewhere. Elara swung her leg over the motorcycle and turned her head slightly. "Mr. Snapp, hold on tight. I'll get you to the hospital as quickly as possible."

Needed to hold and keep safe. Farren shook her head, letting some of her pin-straight tendrils fall on her face. "I keep hearing the bullets hit things. Seeing Priamos fall to the ground." She grimaced and pulled her arms tightly across her chest. Sinking into a crouch, I placed my hand on her extended foot. Farren recoiled. Brought her legs slightly up and out of my reach. This stirred the fawn. Bambi, they had all started calling him. Those doe eyes settled on me. Brushed me off and curled back into the girl. She had started to aimlessly pet it. Soothing either her nerves or his.

Damien says and I let out a loud scoff. Like hell. They look similar, same eyes, same ears, almost the same complexion but completely different build and demeanor. Ronan is hot, huge, and muscular, the man obviously works out, and there is literally no ounce of fat in his body. Damien is the opposite with a leaner frame, and a little bit shorter than Ronan. They are both pretty boys. Ronan has the whole hot, bothered, and mysterious thing going for him while Damien gives off wicked, evil and I know it well kind of energy, he owns it and that might be what makes him attractive to girls. We always love a little bad boy, don't we?

Sandy asked, taking a sip of the alcohol. Bianca rolled her eyes. “Ronan’s mysterious mate. He’s being ridiculous about her, but it’s probably just some weird power move.” Sandy’s eyes widened. “That was Ronan’s Luna?” Bianca scoffed. “Yes? God, you work at PackHouse and you haven’t even seen his mate?” She shook her head, a sour expression on her face. “I don’t know why I let you convince me you had anything to offer. Clearly, you’re useless.”

arohi mumbled under her breath. Now the tigress is back and Ronn has to face her, let's see how will they react to each other

Chloe snapped her fingers in the air and yelped, "Yeah, that's it! I'm dying to know if it's true." "Yes, it is. This plane is custom and equipped with an anti-missile system," Defne confirmed enthusiastically. "Aside from that this also carries a stable for transporting horses and the like, a full-choked bar, a gym, a garage space, a compact chapel, and a large jacuzzi bath decorated with LED lights inside Mr. Greyson's pad."

Damon coughed into his fist, which I’m pretty sure was just him hiding a laugh. I threw my hands up again. “Ohhh, great. Everyone’s amused. Perfect. Fantastic. Should I juggle too? Maybe do a little interpretive dance of despair?” “No dancing,” Damon deadpanned. I squawked, “You’re supposed to be on my side!” Ronan ignored all of it—typical—and lowered himself onto the opposite couch like a king about to announce war strategy. Except instead of some dramatic reveal, he just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and let out a slow breath.