Glitch Bonnie Novels & Stories

Well, maybe she would do that later when paying him with her body. “Oh…” Bonnie cooed, gradually becoming speechless. “What is your name?” Adrian asked Bonnie. “Bonnie,” Bonnie replied. “I am a Vale,” she added, making Georgia roll her eyes in irritation. “I would be a Vale soon too,” Georgia said to Bonnie, but unfortunately, she could not say it loud enough to hear. “Which family do you belong to?” Bonnie asked Adrian.

I stifled a laugh, and he continued, "After the aftershock, I haven't seen them. Lumora is a mess, with tons of stranded tourists. I asked around, but no one saw them. No clue if they're alive." I was about to file Ethan's death certificate when an uninvited guest showed up. Lily, somehow back in the country, sobbed at our doorstep, begging Susan for justice. The quake must have struck her dumb. Of course, Susan would not side with her over me. "Claire left me behind in Lumora," she accused me. "Alone in a dangerous place, I nearly got kidnapped. You have to uphold justice for me." Susan, cranky from an interrupted nap, snapped, "Bill, I pay you to guard the gate, not let random people in."

I couldn't help the smirked that grace my lips seeing him like that watching his dilemma, watching him trying to believe at the same time doubt me. Never in his wildest dream he must have thought I'd glow up this much obviously. “The truth is, you’re the one being delusional, Marcus.” I leaned slightly closer to him now lowering my voice as I said. “But you know what? I don’t mind reminding you.” With that I reached forth and flipped my hair to the side, exposing the birthmark on the right side of my neck. The second his eyes landed on it I watched his face go completely pale his eyes bulging so wide they looked ready to roll out of their socket.

Closing my eyes, I took her hands in mine. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had no other choice. I had lost so much already and I wasn't losing Nina this time. I felt the magic come alive in my bones like fire—natural, forbidden, desperate. I hadn't summoned a spell in so long, especially since— I could feel light spread beneath my skin and through hers. “Goddess of the moon, let her wounds be undone, bring back the broken, make her whole as one.” As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place.

Right before the competition, her buggy program wiped out all the work they'd done for weeks. Nicole's teammates were so mad that they actually went after her. Mark jumped in to protect her and ended up in the hospital with broken bones. Meanwhile, the international judges were so impressed by the hidden bug in Nicole's code that they turned it into a bonus challenge. Since I was the one who'd designed it in the first place, I solved it pretty easily, and I even uploaded the solution on an academic forum. Within hours, it spread everywhere. [Damn, that's genius! I didn't even know it was possible to solve it that way!]

He hadn't looked at his phone. "The orgy is in there" Bonnie says to Orion loudly as she lets him in, distracting me from the question I asked Hunter. "Did you have an amazing sleep Bonnie? Orion laughs out as they both come back to my room. Bonnie stills for a moment, then her eyes go wide. "You..... You drugged me! She shrieks Before I can blink Bonnie launches herself at Orion punching him straight in the nose. More surprisingly is the way Orion doesn't even flinch. Instead he scoops her up and over his shoulder and walks out of the glass doors onto my balcony and throws her effortlessly into the lake!

She kept coming—rolling, peaking, rolling again—while the glow flared brighter, lighting the fog around her like a halo. Minutes. It went on for minutes. When it finally eased she collapsed against the railing, panting, sweat and slick everywhere. The dildo still inside, quiet now. We heard you, the Honeyswarm said softly. You said yes. Bonnie laughed—shaky, wrecked. “I did. Oh god, I did.” Tomorrow we start spreading. She stared out at the city—fog thick, lights blurred. Somewhere out there, someone might’ve seen. Might’ve watched. Might’ve gotten curious.

The squawks of seagulls and the mild dampness in the air were like white noise to Taylor as he rehashed last night’s conversation. “So much for not keeping secrets,” “Hey,” a mysterious voice called out to Taylor. Taylor stopped spraying and whipped around to see Bonnie approach. “Look, if you’re here to narc on me like those jerks from yesterday, all these buildings are abandoned. No one should be ticked off if I paint them,” warned Taylor. “Hell, dude, I’m not a narc,” Bonnie said. She pointed at her camera and continued, “I’m a photographer. My name is Bonnie, Bonnie Gates.”

My jaw dropped as shock overtook me. Strong as ever, Bonnie stood in the middle of the crowd, hitting and kicking a guy who appeared lifeless on the floor. Bonnie! My hope!