Fanart Glamrock Bonnie Novels & Stories

Once I have the dress on, I walk out into the main room. "What do you think, Bonnie?" "It's very unusual. The dress itself is very proper and classic, with just a flash of leg. That hot pink bow, though, gives it quite a bit of sex appeal. It's like a bow on a present that you want to untie. I think my son will love it." Bonnie suggests with a twinkle in her eye, "What do you think, Felicia?" "Do you have any hot pink lingerie, Caroline?" I ask with a smile.

"Trust me, I know why Mason can't resist such a beauty like you. You have every features that a man wants, "You're smart, you're beautiful. You have those, you know, caramel blond hair, stunning blue eyes, cherry lips and flawless white skin." Bonnie said to me admiringly as she held my cheeks gently, her gaze studying my features. "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm so glad to have you as a friend," I muttered to her before leaning in to give her a warm hug. The loud screeching sound from a speaker at a far end caught everyone's attention. As Bonnie and I released ourselves from our hug, our attention was drawn to the scene going on at the front of the stage.

Even the receptionist's voice sounds like it’s been dipped in honey. Bonnie arrives twenty minutes late, in true Bonnie fashion, wearing sunglasses bigger than her actual face and a lilac silk scarf wrapped around her hair like she’s a Hollywood starlet dodging paparazzi. I must admit, out of the two of us, she seems to be the one really enjoying Massimo’s money. I'm still the same old Pamela before all the wealth. “Darling!” she exclaims as she pulls me into a hug. “You look radiant. Married life suits you.”

“Melody, there is nothing wrong. When Bonnie and Christine see it for the first time, they will be ecstatic. Now, go get dressed. You have to walk down with Bonnie.” Bonnie’s dress was lace with embroidery around her cuffs and hem. The back was see through and fit tightly to her form. The neckline was low, allowing Branden to mark her. “Bonnie, you look amazing.” “It feels funny not having Mom and Dad here. That damn hurricane had to come now.” “They are safe at the rescue center, and you don’t have to worry about them.”

Everything in me is screaming to say NO but just looking at Bonnie's excited face makes my resolve crack slightly. I take a deep breath and exhale.... "Ok then" "EEEEEEEEEEEEEK.... YES!....." she screams as she jumps on me. "This is going to be FUCKING EPIC!.... Omg we need to start packing!" "Packing?....Bonnie it's one night! Wait... When are we going again?" I ask, quickly realising I never even knew to start with. Bonnie stops and grabs my face in her hands. Staring deeply into my eyes, she speaks again in her ridiculous deep russian accent which reminds me of count Dracula ....

"I don't understand how Father and Mother's excellent genes could have resulted in such an ungrateful, greedy daughter." "You!" Luna widened her eyes and was about to say something in retaliation when footsteps sounded behind her. Bonnie emerged from the shadows, dressed in black, and strode into the living room. "Sorry I'm late." Jim glanced coldly at the woman standing before him. He could tell that she was wearing a heavy layer of makeup, and he could not help scoffing at this.

Declan said, like it was no big deal. “What is that? I am a noob when it comes to supernatural specifics.” I responded. “Glamouring is when a fae manipulates a person, another fae, or a situation to suit their needs.” Declan explained. “What?! He’s in there manipulating my parents?” I asked, getting angry. Talia seemed to sense it, and stepped towards me to try to diffuse the situation. “Nemi, relax. What Declan meant to tell you is that he is making your parents believe that staying the night with me for a few days was their idea.” Talia told me. “So what? Every time I come to a party at your place, I need to be prepared to be gone for a few days?” I spat at them. Talia’s eyes went wide, an

But the spark pulsed once—playful reminder. Bonnie leaned back, staring at the fogged windows. City lights blurred outside. She traced the glow with one finger. Warm. Alive. Watching her back. “What are you really?” she whispered, voice quieter now, almost scared. We are the Honeyswarm, they answered, voices overlapping like a warm hug. And you’re gonna love what we do next. She grinned—slow, dirty, even through the fear. “Yeah?” she said to the empty room. “Bring it in.I’m going to the clinic tomorrow to take you all out.”

I increased my airpods to a full blast as I boarded the cycle before Rey sped home. I'm Cincinnati Lopez, a sassy bookstore staff by day and by nightfall, I was NYC's hotshot stripper and that was my secret identity. I was known as "City Glam" popularly known as Glam. Cin by day, Glam by night. Welcome to my life. As closed off as I could be, there were some that I held dear to my heart and they were Ms Lennon and the twins and my alter ego. I cared about her but I'd hardly or never show it and I basically paid the bills of the twins unknown to them. Only the sweet old lady and I were aware.

His eyes meet mine and I send him a sarcastic smile. This should be interesting. The door slams open and a angry looking Bonnie barges into his office. She's dressed in very short white mullet gown with thin straps a deep cowl collar. She is pretty. I think I've said that before. She immediately composes herself when she sees Ronan but when her eyes go down and meet mine, her eyes glare up with anger and jealousy. "Hi, Bonnie. Nice of you to join us."