Fnaf Bonnie X Chica Novels & Stories

We passed the main hallway, a few surprised glances from passing pack members, and entered the room where I usually spent the least exciting part of my day. "Get out," I said flatly to Chris, who was lounging across the guest couch, chewing on jerky like it was his full-time job. He looked up with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, annoying asshole. Lovely to see you and that shiny new cut, Luna Buckley," he added with an exaggerated wink toward Bonnie before sprinting out like I might actually throw something at him. Once the door shut, I turned back to her. "Now what's wrong?" Bonnie placed the takeout containers down on the coffee table and shook her head. "I'm fine, don't be dramatic," she said, but

I pushed open the door and found Lia Rossi, my sister, straddling Luca Corleone, my fiance. She was naked, her long blonde hair clinging to her damp back, and her legs were spread wide as she straddled Luca's waist. Luca, leaning against the leather couch with his shirt undone and his chiseled chest exposed, gripped Lia's waist with both hands and thrust upward in a steady rhythm. "Go faster, Luca!" Lia moaned loudly, her breasts jolting hard with each thrust.

This is not just about the notebook she scribbles in when no one is watching. My gut tells me this is the behavior of a spy not quite good enough at her job, which is why I got Shane involved. Shane Griffin can dig out millennium-old skeletons buried at the bottom of the ocean, but he is also constantly flirting with the line between sanity and insanity. You have to catch him at the right time to get desirable results. It takes him a week to get anything substantial, which he relays to me over dinner at my house. "You were right," he says as a maid pours wine. The maid has barely left the table when Shane ogles her. "Do your house staff moonlight as models? That one looks like she gets her e

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

Not being one for dresses, Kara took a hot bath with Epsom salt and baking soda to ease her sore muscles and put on jeans with a nice top and her newer pair of boots. In fact she did not own a single dress and she had no intention to go to that expense at this time. They would just have to meet her as she was. Pulling her auburn hair back in a ponytail with a few strands framing her face that always refused to be tamed, she glanced one last time in the mirror, before she got in the old Jeep and drove to the ranch next door.

Love was one of the fairy tales Laura had stopped believing in. She was rich, independent, and influential. She didn't feel the need of having a man in her life. But things changed when she met a charming billionaire. He was everything she had wished for. Laura was now wrestling with her wild desires as she tried to contain her emotions and keep a tough persona as an independent lady. See how the story unfolds in Laura's journey of love.

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.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Oh, I'm sorry, yeah, I heard mummy say that. Is that true?" "Nah, I'm just messing with you. I don't believe in that crap." "Okay..." Bonnie sighed. "So is that what you wanna talk about?" "No, no." Bonnie answered, playing with her hair, "See, mummy told me since I'm a woman now, I can get married soon." Cassana pulled a lichen bungee wrapped around her wrist and tossed it to the young girl, "Marriage? Aren't you a bit too young?" She caught it and started tying her hair up, "I'm twelve and two. Molly was younger than me when she got married."