Bon Bon X Lyra Novels & Stories

"You're late again." Lyra blinked sleepily. "The sky was too bright. I had to wait for clouds." Jade crossed her arms. "Did you even bring notes?" "No," Lyra said, plopping into the chair across from them and opening the macaron box. "I brought snacks. Priorities." Serena stood, hands on hips. "You're unbelievable." "I'm rich," Lyra corrected sweetly, taking a bite of a pistachio macaron. "There's a difference." Jade looked ready to combust.

"The First Luna's blessing. The original gift. We need to ask a hard question. Are you going to maintain it forever?” Lyra looked at her hands. At the silver light still pulsing behind her skin. Through the bond I could sense her confusion. The temptation. The fear. "I don't know," she admitted. Her voice was small. “Just Lyra now. Not the layered divine tones. I feel like part of me wants to return it. To be normal again. To not have this relentless burning.”

Lisa watched, utterly fascinated, a connoisseur appreciating fine wine. The blue light swirling. Lyra’s struggles weakened, her vibrant green eyes dimming, fading to a dull, lifeless grey. Her body slumped, utterly still, as the last wisp of sapphire essence vanished. The whine died. Silence, thick and suffocating. Lisa carefully picked up the dark blue crystal, palm-sized crystal, radiating a deep, mesmerizing blue light—the concentrated essence of Lyra’s life, her spirit, her laughter. Lisa held it up to the light, turning it this way and that, her face alight with covetous delight.

As such, I felt a little moved to be appreciated for my efforts in the past few weeks, even if the credit for defusing the bomb belonged to Zaria. The other Lunas sighed enviously at the two’s display of affection, causing the Lycans to exchange glances and go over to their sides. Grabbing their mates in the same intimate gesture as the Caribbean Lycan, they nodded their heads to Raed Basil and headed towards the door. “Yes, the Pacific Sea is lucky to have you.” “I hope we’ll see you in next year’s Moon Dance.” “Little she-wolf, farewell!”

She lifts her hand, letting her mark glow white-hot, feeding from the bond, from desire, from the primal need that Rylan ignites in her. Kade pauses, startled by the raw power pulsing from her. “You don’t understand what you’re doing,” he hisses. Lyra steps closer to Rylan, pressing her chest against his, lips brushing the edge of his ear. “I understand perfectly,” she whispers, letting the heat of her breath, her words, her intent seep into him. “And I choose him.” Rylan groans low, a vibration that reaches her soul. His hands climb her back, sliding under the hem of her cloak, fingers curling into her waist with possessive need. The bond flares again, a white-hot pulse that seems to set th

"Everything will be alright." Peter really wished that everything will be alright. That with a kiss on each knuckles, the pain will go away permanently. “Peter look! Aunty gave me a guitar! Look! Look Peter!” Sunny excitedly show her new guitar. They’re inside Peter’s room and they just arrived from school. The both of them hadn’t changed from their uniforms yet because Sunny can’t wait to show Peter her new gift. “Look, there’s my name on it!” Sunny pointed at her name engraved at the side of the guitar. It was carved in a cursive form with little flowers around it. The both of them squatted at the floor beside Peter's bed as they stared at the object in admiration.

I said, and they shook hands. "Nice to meet you," Lyra said enthusiastically. Xander gave her a closed-mouth smile and then looked at me. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked politely. "I'm not a fan of alcohol," I replied instantly. Xander gave me a small smile. “I mean a soda or water.” “Oh!” I couldn't help but blush, “Sure, soda is fine.” “Okay, I'll be right back,” he said and left me there with my new friend Lyra.

Irritation and slight disappointment sparked in Joslyn at his cliché pickup line. All spine-tingling husky baritone voice yet as lazy and egotistical to put in the efforts to get a woman as most men; players. Joslyn fought to stifle an eye roll as she finally raised her head to look at the intruder who had still refused to let her be after her clearly showing signs of wanting to be alone. Her honey coloured orbs immediately collided with vibrant greens and blues which appeared to scintillate like the stars sparkling on a dark night. They were like twinkling turquoise gems against his shadowed face half cast in darkness.

Lyra's heart raced, and she glanced nervously at Killian before stepping forward, trying to find her words. "Xander," she said with a small smile, her voice trembling nervously, "It's so good to see you" Xander's shock slowly transformed into a wide grin, and he took a step closer, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he teased, his tone playful. "Caught in the act, huh?" Killian chuckled as he joined Lyra's side, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Looks like you don't have to worry about telling Xander anything again ," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

She fell into a coughing fit when he drew back and she could finally breathe. Julian thought that her lips looked even prettier, all swollen and glossy with his cum. Yeah, how much would Zero like to kiss her right now? Would he still like her if he knew how much she was begging Julian to fuck her? “Will you fuck me now?” Lyra asked, her blue eyes big and filled with need. It was a crazy mix of innocent and filthy. But she was not innocent, was she? She liked getting down and dirty, and he would give her just that.