Glamrock Bonnie Fanart Novels & Stories

” “I see you are still wondering who I am, Bonnie.” Bonnie quickly turned around but still got no sign of her,she quickly ended the call as she kept her face firm.as she rushed out of the mall. --- Selene wore a sleeveless gown the color of deep ocean—rich blue, fitted just enough to speak without shouting. Tiny gold stones traced the neckline and waist like someone had dusted her in starlight. Her makeup was soft, barely there, but deliberate—the kind of look that whispered elegance instead of announcing it. Her purse clutched to her hand, and the steady click of her heels on the marble floor filled the quiet like a rhythm she owned.

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.

I pointed at the engraving. But she huffed and stomped her foot. “I don’t want your stupid necklace. Auntie Vanessa buys me lots of pretty jewelry!” This wasn’t working. I swallowed back tears. “Please, honey, you haven’t even looked at it. It’s one of a kind and I used pretty pink stones because they’re your fav–” Bonnie snatched it from my hands. I watched in horror as she tossed it aside like its very presence offended her. I lunged to catch it, but the necklace I’d spent hours creating hit the marble floor with a sharp clang.

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

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.

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.

The look in his eyes was focused and reverent, as though he was restoring a priceless work of art. "Madie, this pigment contains herbs from my research team to help your skin heal. Well? Do you like it?" Across my back, a phoenix traced in shimmering gold pigment spread its wings, looking utterly alive and magnificent. I silently admired that piece of art. Unlike the designs across my skin meant for the anthropodermic fan, this was something I'd chosen on my own. Elliott gently clasped a necklace around my neck. It was made of the finest pink diamonds.

“How would you prove it?” I stepped closer. “There’s something you don’t know, Bonnie.” She asked instinctively, “What?” “This gown was specially commissioned by Brown Pack from Luara Studio. Its design was created specifically to highlight the theme ‘Rose Under the Moonlight’,” I said calmly. Bonnie blinked. “So?” I went on, “To enhance the visual effect, the moonstone buttons were treated with a special substance by the designer. Under different lighting, they display different colors to echo the theme.

I say the last two words copying her russian accent and we both burst out laughing. "How's your ass by the way?" Bonnie rolls her eyes "It's fucking perfect as usual" I let Bonnie get to work doing my hair and makeup and when she's finished she disappears off into her room. She comes back a moment later holding a dress bag and some shoes. "Whats wrong with the clothes I packed?" "Ah ah ah..... You promised me no bitchin. Just put this on and shut up" she orders. She unzips the bag and holds out a pale pink mini dress which shimmers in the light. It's stunning and the top sits on one shoulder. Theres not a whole lot of fabric going on and I suddenly feel nervous.

Unfortunately for him, this knowledge was not helpful because he still wanted to confess everything he was so bad it hurts. *** Bonnie had done all the pampering things necessary to prep for the best date of her life. She’d shaved everywhere needed, and changed her outfit more than seven times, settling on a red mini-dress with no sleeves and a chocolate brown slim coat. Her nails on her toes and fingers were nude-pink, and she picked out a pair of heels that were nude leather. It made her legs look naked. There was nothing trashy about her appearance but it did have sex written all over it. Staring at herself one last time in the mirror, she felt as though her heart might crumble from beati