Glitch Bonnie Novels & Stories

"Trust me, I know why Mason can't resist such a beauty like you. You have every features that a man wants, "You're smart, you're beautiful. You have those, you know, caramel blond hair, stunning blue eyes, cherry lips and flawless white skin." Bonnie said to me admiringly as she held my cheeks gently, her gaze studying my features. "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm so glad to have you as a friend," I muttered to her before leaning in to give her a warm hug. The loud screeching sound from a speaker at a far end caught everyone's attention. As Bonnie and I released ourselves from our hug, our attention was drawn to the scene going on at the front of the stage.

Bonnie wanted to punch him in the back of the head. Muttering an annoyed, “Marketing Lia…?” Nate turned and saw who was glaring at him. The rest of what he was about to say disappeared. Surprise flickered across his masculine features and he whispered, “Bonnie.” She felt heat race down her spine at the way he said her name, so slowly like he savored the word. The obvious surprise to see her meant he wasn’t in on it, so she directed a furious gaze to Elliott, thinking him the culprit. Seeing how angry she was, Nate turned on his friend and snarled, “What do you mean Bonnie is our new Marketing Liaison? What have you done?!”

Bonnie grinned from ear to ear when she saw me. “Hi, Bonnie,” I said and smiled. Bonnie came up to me and embraced me tightly. “Thank god, you two are okay. It's getting bad out. We've got severe weather still coming. We also have tornado watches out,” Bonnie explained. The lights flickered. “I've got to get home to Lyle,” I gasped. I turned to make a run for the door, but River grabbed me tightly around the waist. I winced slightly. River’s arms were close to my bruised ribs.

Chapter 7: Flickers of Light The arcade wasn’t much, not anymore. Once, it had been part of a strip mall that housed a diner, a video rental, and a hair salon. Now the diner was boarded up, the video rental long gone, and the salon windows caked with grime, a ghost town within a ghost town. The arcade, though—Rust Pixel—still clung on, its flickering neon sign barely legible, a stubborn relic of a time when Black Salt still pretended to have a future.

I just had to do it either way. I approached my first catch, two chatty young ladies who looked about my age. I tried to recall Mich's lines as I smiled stupidly at them. "Hello, I'm Bonnie from La Monte Luxuries. You look dashing, and I love your fashion taste! It's so gorgeous and appealing." I paused, just in case they had anything to say in response. None. Awkward silence.

I t is trully like the saying goes, what goes around, comes around, couple of hours ago he killed angelica with poison, after she served her perpose, another gold digger is one think, but a gold digger who sniff his secrets is fatal, so she deserve her end. After of few seconds of calmness, he died and she turns around to her car and pulled a bloodless arm with her regit hands than drags the rest of the corps down, naked and all bites deap and scary, it’s like a swessshease made from bones and flesh, part of his neck is gone, when she takes hom down and drag him toward her good old bosse’s corps, the skin of his middle left side of his back is dangling before it curled up and chrink a bit f

“All right, Bonnie. How’d you get roped into all this?” “After the crash, I was laid off from the post office. I did odd jobs to get by. I was online looking for work. I thought about selling . . . sex toys to women for commission. I saw an advertisement for a website. I clicked on it and . . . David and Danielle were the featured couple,” Bonnie admitted. “Christ,” Nick groaned and took another sip of his drink. “Are you driving?” Jacobs asked. “Nope. I walked. Thank, God I did,” Nick stated.

She looked at Luna’s almost perfect face for a long time before finding her voice again. “I…” “Think before you speak,” Luna coldly warned. Bonnie clenched her fists tightly. “I hate Aura Gibson.” Bonnie did not want to lie nor did she want to pretend to be someone she hated. If she were to lose this job, she would find some other way. “You’re safe.” Luna sighed and placed the amended sketch right in front of Bonnie. “Can we find a time to chat after work?” Bonnie looked at her, stunned. “You…” “Luna!”

The disco ball spun overhead and scattered light across the polished wood. Bonnie clung to my arm like I was the only thing keeping her upright. "You are doing great," I said. "I am doing terrible." "You are not falling." "Give it time." A small laugh escaped me and she glared at me. Bianca skated past us. Backward still. Then she grabbed Bonnie's free hand. "Let go of him," she said. "What?" "Let go. Trust yourself." Bonnie looked at me and I nodded. And she finally let go.

I paused, feeling the bile rise in my throat "I understand if Theo wants his little family back, Gracie needs a mother as well, and..." My words were interrupted by the sound of Bonnie's melodic laughter "What is it with people convinced I'm actually Delilah?" A smile remained on her lips, but her blue eyes showed kindness "I'm not Delilah, I'm Bonnie. Just because I resemble someone, doesn't make me them. I am my own person," she sighed, shifting her position on the grass "I'm not here to break up any relationships or interfere with any families. I just want to escape Rory and the Autumn Pack, and Theo offered to help me out," "Theo is a good man," I said, taking my own gaze to the grass no