Novel & Cerita Glamrock Bonnie Fanart

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.

picking it up. “It’d be better on me.” Bonnie laughed at the frown thrown at her. “I’ve got dark hair and eyes; it’ll blend well. Trust me. Go with pastels, and red is fantastic. Other than Red, Black is the only dark shade you should wear. Bright red is best.” “Okay, okay,” Joan threw the dress at her friend. “Take it. You convinced me.” Bonnie socked it away and held up the pink bikini. “Oh, I love this. He will drool!”

Rummaging through the mess on my table, snatching the contour and carving more defined cheekbones, bronzing the outer layer and applying some liquid blush to bring life back to my face. Makeup was an artistry I perfected, making myself unrecognisable. ____________________________________________________ The screening took place in a massive venue, a sea of people awaiting testing. Bonnie stood behind me, repeatedly tapping at my shoulder, “Hey Trix, can you give me the necklace now? it’s easier than waiting last minute till we reach the end. Plus, I need it to complete my outfit.” Bonnie was never one to pay attention to social cues or others for that matter. I wasn’t oblivious to her selfis

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.”

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.”

But they’d look perfect with her dark hair pulled back, neck bare, lips painted red. I don’t even think about it. I tell the cashier I want them. Bonnie raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. She knows better. But I bought them anyway.

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."

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: