Ignited Bonnie Novels & Stories

"I'll call the ladies and tell them that they can get it all tomorrow." Bonnie hugged me again. I'm sure it was me, but it just felt different, better, warmer. "Guess we better make sure there are no other surprises." I laughed. "No whips and chains?" Bonnie gave me a wicked grin. "Or strap-ons." I held her eyes as I answered. "What would you know about strap-ons?" Bonnie put her hand on my thigh, up high, close to my bulging cock. "I haven't always been the boring Midwest girl. I went to college."

“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.

Behind them, invisible through the trees, the quinta was being entered by four vehicles' worth of Viktor Solen's extraction unit. Ten seconds. Five. Dante's phone showed 10:55:00. He looked at Elian. Elian looked at him. The publication cascade triggered at 10:55:02. Dante's monitor lit up — server confirmations, partner publication acknowledgments, the cascade beginning its roll across seventy-three platforms, the four simultaneous partner publications going live, Selene's remote trigger registering as confirmed. He watched the confirmations come in one after another like doors opening in sequence, each one irrevocable.

The scout struggled for breath. "Nobody knows." Not a reassuring answer. "The ground is moving." Nobody liked that either. Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wonderful. Ancient monsters, magical crowns, and now moving mountains." "You're coping poorly," Cassian observed. "I'm coping exactly as expected." The argument ended abruptly. The Bone Crown suddenly burned. Not warmth. Not discomfort. Pain. White-hot pain. Lyra cried out. Her knees hit the snow. A scream tore through her skull.

“You're not gonna wanna hear the news that I have.” “Why not? I wanna hear it, please tell me, Is jade truly in a relationship with Boaz?” I hesitated but then I nodded. “Yes, yes. And they both seem to work together as well.” Angel immediately broke down into tears.

“About the Mallory situation.” “Are you mad at her?” “Not really. I’m just annoyed with her.” “Then there you go.” “What?” “Annoyance. Use it when you need the orange flame. Try again.” I did as he said. Thinking of the same situation, and sure enough, the orange flame appeared almost instantly. I thought about the first time she got mad at me at the hotel, and the flame was small and faint. Then I thought about what happened at Aaden’s house on movie night, and it got more pronounced.

he muttered “Don’t call me Blair you son of a bitch, I swear I would rip your tongue from your throat if you keep calling me that” I blurted out furiously “I am sorry” he apologized “So back to business, I am tired of this conversation it’s getting boring, so what did you mean when you said join us,” I asked “We call ourselves the ROGANS and we can help protect you, show you the strength you possess and when I told our leader you were a hybrid, he went…

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

Now that I was counting injuries, I also noticed the dull pain that came from my cheek, even though I was squeezing the sides of my head. I averted my attention from my pain and focused on the origin of the fire. Claire stood not too far away with a concentrated look on her face, hands outstretched. Vibrant blue flames shot out of her hands as the look of furry took over. Junto stood next to her, yelling something in her ear. The sound of cracking flames and a few leftover screams silenced his words from my vulnerable ears. Claire lowered her hands, the angry blue flames dissipating from in front of her. The palms of her hands were scorched with black and a small trickle of blood escaped her

I couldn't see this conversation going anywhere good. Max started to answer but Jonas cut him off, "She was attacked. Maggie, she was bitten." "Bitten?" It came out as a whisper as a word that had so much power over me was spoken. "Like, bitten?" "Yes." Jonas now pulled out a chair and gently forced me to sit. I didn't resist, my legs were suddenly feeling weak. "So she died from the bite?" I could remember the pain and the blood. "No, babe, her neck was snapped." Max had moved to sit in the chair opposite me and I hadn't even noticed. "It looks like she was tortured, bitten, and then killed. Her body was dumped by the gas station this morning."