Glam Rock Bonnie Novels & Stories

“I'm glad you're here, but I'm sorry. I just have to ask you. Who are you?” “I am Bonnie, and I can confidently say I know you more than anyone.” *** Bonnie. She is a lawyer. She is originally from Greece, but moved to New Zealand working for a company. She loves nature. She is her best friend. Well, according to her, at least. Of course, she wants to believe everything that Bonnie said, but she wants to be careful with giving someone her trust. “I can't believe Liam's that big already!” She squealed when Liam excused himself after eating dinner. “Seems like only yesterday.”

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.”

She smiled, “That would be great! I just want to see my mom happy instead of hearing her cry every night. She tries to hide it, but she’s not very good at it.” I smiled, “Why don’t you talk to Mister Koda while I go get your mother. You will be helping to make sure your dad gets the right punishment. But you need to make sure you tell him the truth. Okay?” She smiles as she nods. They sat on a picnic table, and I went to knock on the door, but Bonnie opened the door before I could knock. I smiled at her, “Hey. How are you holding up?” She smiled, but I could see she was not as well as she could be. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m doing as well as expected. H

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.

"Hello, my name is Bonnie. I'm the manager of the publicity department." Bonnie's wide toothed gleaming grin and bright red lipstick complimented her suit coat and skirt. Her extended fake lashes flowed as she slowly blinked and her deeply brown eyes sparkled. She was sexy. "I'm Ada and this is Mila." Ada raised her eyebrows and smiled suggestively. "You know, 'Miss M'." "Oh, I most certainly do!" Bonnie said, clasping her hands together, widening her eyes. "You probably have no idea about our accounting ledgers but let me tell you, your reviews spiked sales at least thirty percent."

Bonnie made an attempt to leave, but Kwinnie didn't spare her the chance. “Bonnie M, right?" I could see jealousy in Kwinnie’s eyes. “You two are dating now?" “No, Kwinnie. I work here. Good to see you again." Bonnie answered quietly. I let out a deep sigh. "Why are you here?” "Why asking? I'm a model of course, and I'm here for the audition.” Really? What a pathetic liar she was. She never did anything related to modeling even in college. Instead, she played the cheerleader’s role for her friends.

She paused and looked at them stretching forth her hands “I am Bonnie” Neither Pierce nor Rosa moved to shake it. Rosa's face hardened and grew suspicious. "Who are you?" Bonnie's smile widened, although it never reached her pale eyes. She withdrew her hand without offense. "A friend. Or I could be, if you let me." "We don't know you," Pierce said

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 wiped my face, glad I hadn’t done my makeup yet. “Are you nervous?” I asked. Damien nodded, not bothering to look up from his phone. Bonnie bursted into the room. The bright magenta of her dress was an eyesore. “Daddy, please zip my dress.” She was bouncing as she admired her reflection. “Hold still, Bonnie.” Damien was struggling. I imagined the zipper breaking and felt immediate guilt. Bonnie may have looked like she was imitating a certain purple dinosaur, but she was happy. “I can help.” I moved toward them.

Bonnie and a strange man were locked in each other's arms, doing unspeakable things. "It's Bonnie! That's Bonnie!" a reporter shouted, recognizing her instantly. Click! Click! Flash after flash lit up the room. There was no way the reporters would miss such explosive news. The woman wasn't me, but Bonnie was a rising star— and Bruce's girlfriend, the CEO of Lady Fashion. Bonnie snapped back to her senses at the sound. She looked down to see herself completely exposed, and the reporters swarming to capture every angle. Snatching up her clothes to cover her body, Bonnie broke down. "Stop! Don't take pictures!"