Mangle X Bonnie Novels & Stories

Glamora grumbled and paused "If anything happens to Cassie, then believe me Bonnie, you are gonna have to pay the Price...... " Glamora threatened while Bonnie laughed in a low tone as he released his hold on her. "Didn't you hear me well Glamora? The Creature has a low life Span remember? am afraid it's gonna drop dead in the next 7 Hours...... " Bonnie replied while a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. The room emited smoke due to the Damages caused and silence roam about the room for some Seconds until Glamora spoke:

They know that none of this is true, but when Bonita tells her birth mother what they did to her, they will deny it and tell the original vampire she is lying because she is angry at them for not accepting Victor as her mate. "I was thinking of you. I wondered how I could get a hold of you because I cannot go to my uncle's grounds. I am glad that you showed up. I am so happy that we can be mates. My wolf is yearning for a mate. Now that he lost his second mate, he is not very happy about it. But I think he will be pleased if he has you back. One day, I will get my revenge, and I will take you with me. Together, we will kill Victor and Bonita. You do not have to worry about anything. I will m

Bonnie’s voice fills the room as she steps inside, her eyes quickly moving between the two of us before her expression shifts into business mode almost instantly, and I instinctively straighten slightly at the interruption, taking a small step back before glancing toward Dante. “Oh… sorry to interrupt,” she says as she stares at me curiously before her attention quickly returns to Dante as she steps further into the room. Dante turns toward her immediately, and the change in his demeanour is instant. The softer version of him disappears almost completely as his posture straightens slightly, his focus returning fully to business. “What is it?” he asks calmly. “We need clearance on some of the

For the first time since I walked in here, my body tenses up. “Bring her in.” He smiles. “The more the merrier, right?” I’m about to punch him in the face. A sudden mixture of emotions hits me so hard that I start to feel like the walls are closing in on me. Anger, confusion, fear. I tug at my necktie. Tristan turns to me, giving me a look that says, ‘are you alright?’. But before I can say anything, the door opens and there she is. The first thing I notice is her heels. Tall, dark red stilettos.

Listening closer to their conversation, I fixed my gaze on Susan who was visibly trembling. "Who was it, Susan. Don't be afraid. You can tell me," I heard Raelynn say. Susan started to back away, shaking her head vigorously. All of a sudden, her neck got twisted in a gruesome manner, blood splashing all over the wall. A muffled scream escaped Raelynn's lips as she stumbled backwards, her hands clamped over her mouth. Shooting to my feet, I instantly mindlinked Jared. 'Get her out of there, right now.'

"Then maybe we should just offer you to him since you’re the one who owes him!" Before her father could respond, Bonnie stepped forward, placing a thick brown envelope on the table. "Mario Manzoni won’t be coming after anyone," she said calmly. "You know nothing, child," Anna's father snapped. "Mario is the most ruthless man I’ve ever known. What makes you so sure?" Bonnie's gaze was steady. "Because Mario Manzoni is dead. And these pictures are proof." The room fell into stunned silence. Anna's eyes narrowed as she turned to Damon. "Did you kill him?"

"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.

“Where’s Bonnie? I’d like to speak with her.” “You won’t be speaking with Bonnie for a while until she’s successfully married to that useless guy,” The woman replied. “I heard you’re among the friends who advise her to hate men. Just because no man ever wants to marry poor girls like you doesn’t give you the right to brainwash her. So for your information-” ‘Damnit! Hannah, why are you with my phone?’ Bonnie’s shrieks echoed in the background, then came the sound of an argument before a shuffling noise sounded.

Marcus was still talking, his words, playing a silly game with his mum. Rosa's hand remained in her son's. A knock at the door made them all turn. Bonnie stood in the doorway, that same predatory smile fixed on her face. She'd removed her coat, looking so tailored, so perfectly it looked like a second skin. In her hand, she held a tablet. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, smiling, her eyes roamed around the whole room. And landed at Pierce she winked at him in that suggestive way that means she did not actually care about interrupting anyone.

Maggie fired back. "Enough, Maggie!" Bonnie tried to interject. But as she stood up and took a few steps, Maggie forcefully pushed her aside. "Maggie, why are you treating me like this? I'm your mother!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Stop insisting you're my mom!" Maggie continued to reproach Bonnie with sarcasm. "So what if you are my mother? "Did you grant me a life of luxury, a closet filled with riches, or an elite education? I won't treat you any better simply because you're my mother!"