Fanart Glamrock Bonnie Novels & Stories

LUKA She was here with him again. I'm sure she doesn't even know anybody here. He was drawing her cheeks, stretching it into a playful smile. When did they become Bonnie and Clyde? She was wearing a dress too. A body con sleeveless black piece that was the most revealing thing I've ever seen her in. It had a v neck cut that hinted a little bit of her cleavage just not too much and stopped mid thigh. She had lipstick on too. Her lips were done in bloody red that drew so much attention to her lips and her curly hair was ironed straight falling all the way to the middle of her back.

Logan Reynolds I’m halfway through a proposal draft when I hear the familiar knock—three sharp raps. Only one person knocks like that. “Come in,” I call, already knowing. Bonnie pushes the door open like she owns the place. She’s in ripped jeans, her denim jacket slung over one shoulder, sunglasses perched on her head even though she’s inside. “Well, well,” she smirks, stepping in and letting the door fall shut behind her. “Big man behind the desk. You know, you used to build Lego cities on the floor.”

I will fucking kill this fake bitch. "Bonnie, I have pushed away my sister for you. I have left the mafia to make you happy and this is what I get in return. God, I loved you so much.”Ryder said breathlessly. He was shaking with anger and I don't blame him. Bonnie, Greta, whatever the hell her name is, chuckled, her voice hoarse. "Oh, God, you are such a fucking fool. I have never loved you. I used you. I needed you to ruin them But when you came running here after my brother failed to kill her, I knew I had to come with you; I had to take her away from this place so we could kill her. Look at her; she has this fucking perfect life. She has everything a woman wants and yet she is as evil as

This is a part white clan witches do not what to walk on because it takes a thousand years to walk out of it. Stone might have underestimated Bonnie but the truth is, she can still kick his ass without killing him. Bonnie conjured a white orb in her palm and blasted Stone with it knocking him down. She quickly grabbed Lucas and with a snap of her fingers, they both disappeared into white glowing light. BONNIE’S MAGICAL STORE:

"Yes, I suspect they often swap identities in and out of Sin Pack, for some ulterior motive." I was just about to ask what the "ulterior motives" were, when suddenly a familiar call came from behind me. "Xavier..." I rolled my eyes silently in my mind, Bonnie is here again, she really knows how to pick her time. Before I could turn around, Xavier looked past me to Bonnie and said with concern, "What's wrong with you?" She's in a rage, what else could be wrong... I thought to myself. As Bonnie spoke, I turned my head to look at her. She was rubbing her two red, swollen and bleeding arms, and with her frowning brow, she looked pitiful.

“This campaign is perfect for me—it’s like it was designed for me. Bruce, you promised me that I could pick my birthday gift. Well, this is it. I want to be the face of this jewelry line. You better keep your word.” Bruce looked visibly conflicted as he turned to me. “Miss Smith, what do you think of Bonnie?” I hesitated for a moment. “We can give it a try.” To be fair, Bonnie did have the right look—just a bit too sultry. She fit the “rose” part of the campaign well, though she lacked that subtle, ethereal quality the “moonlight” side called for. Bonnie nodded in satisfaction and asked, “Who’s the male ambassador? I hope it’s Dane.”

Bonnie yell s"I'm tired of you evil suckers, and you ned to stop touching me before I beat you up! I;'m angry, you stop touching me, I don't want a stupid hug!" _ Dr. Markus goes to Bonnie and the others saying "Lets not talk about this with an angry 7-year-old with a risky pregnany that can be induced with stress." _ Bonnie says "I just want peace!" Bonnie is 7 and now about to throw a tantrum in ____________________ Captions: 5... ____________________ Bonnie whimpers _____________________ Captions: 4... _______________________________ Bonnie closes her eyes and pouts her face. Her father hugs her tightly, but gentle for the baby in her.

She nodded her approval and I turned to Bonnie. She turned to Bonnie, “Why don’t we do matching mommy/daughter dresses, just different colors?” Bonnie smiled in approval, so she put my hand on her shoulder and her dress appeared in a light brown with a coordinating shawl. Crystal’s eyes are beaming with excitement when she claps her hands and cheers, “Mommy, you are gorgeous!” We all laughed, and I agreed with her, “You do look beautiful, Bonnie.”

Then, glaring at Blayze, she said, "And you do me a favor and go f*ck yourself." Blayze chuckled a little as he sauntered, bare-a**ed, back to his garage with his cut slung over his arm. As he walked away, I noticed a tattoo on his shoulder blade that stood out from the rest covering his back. In ornate letters was the name "Bonnie." "Hey Brat," Red called. A young, petite woman with short bleach-blonde hair poked her head out of the bar. "Get Stitch and tell him to bring his kit over to Bonnie's place." She nodded and ran around behind the building.

"I am so sorry." "I hope the both of you don't plan to spend the day apologizing to me?" My heart was beating, and happiness settled at the core of my being. "Hey!" Bonnie called our attention. She was dressed in a royal blue dress, that screamed to everyone that she was a fashion designer. "I am going to be needing a moment with the bride." My parents nodded in understanding, while I walked up to Bonnie. She took my hand and dragged to another room, after telling Ari to wait for us.