Fanart Glamrock Bonnie Novels & Stories

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

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."

Meanwhile, she was in her room, smiling and admiring the makeup kit Peter bought for her in front of her mirror. The rest got tired and left except Peter who still stood by her door. "Bonnie, remember you said you wanna be part of the crew? You said you wanna help stop the killer because he almost killed you. You said that because you are a good girl and you don't want anyone to get hurt. I know I've been such a jerk lately and I don--" he stopped when Bonnie opened the door, dressed in a pink floral gown, putting on a white furry hat. She did a slight horrible makeup on her face.

She could not have had an even wilder wishful thinking. That night, Bonnie, who was the fake Yvonne, came to Marcus' study and asked in a very coquettish manner, "Darling, can you…hug me to sleep tonight? I miss your hugs too much."

Marcus was still talking, his words, playing a silly game with his mum. Rosa's hand remained in her son's. A knock at the door made them all turn. Bonnie stood in the doorway, that same predatory smile fixed on her face. She'd removed her coat, looking so tailored, so perfectly it looked like a second skin. In her hand, she held a tablet. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, smiling, her eyes roamed around the whole room. And landed at Pierce she winked at him in that suggestive way that means she did not actually care about interrupting anyone.

Lucian The crowd was still cheering when I stepped off the stage. The music was still playing, the sound of drums and flutes and laughter filled the air like honey and the day was still perfect. But my mind was elsewhere. It was with her. It was always with her. I looked for Bonnie in the crowd and found her near the back. She was clapping and smiling. Her red dress was like a flame against the sea of faces as the fabric moved with her like liquid fire. The gold jewelry caught the light and sparkled every time she moved. Her hair was loose and wavy and the red flower behind her ear was a perfect accent to her dark hair and glowing skin. Her eyes were fixed on me and I had to admit, she was b

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

This time no one complained. Everyone had learned. The scout slowly pointed ahead. A narrow pass opened between two cliffs. At its center stood a massive stone arch. Ancient. Weathered. Half buried beneath centuries of snow. Strange symbols covered every inch of its surface. The sight immediately made the Bone Crown react. Heat surged through Lyra's skull. The symbols began glowing. One by one. Blue. Then silver. Then white. Astrid swore. "What is it?" Lucien asked. The northern woman looked genuinely alarmed.

Bonnie said, already fantasizing about the size of his dick. "While waiting... why don't you join me... a good threesome... co... could help... Oh my fuck," she screamed again when the guy gave her a hard thrust. Bonnie smirked, taking off her clothes. She had been feeling horny since she saw Stacy fucking the guy. She joined Stacy on the couch, spreading her legs apart. Stacy pulled her closer and attached her mouth to her wet clit causing Bonnie to scream out in pleasure. Bonnie shoved her head in her middle, and their moans covered the room as the guy kept on filling Stacy's hole with his dick.