Mangle X Bonnie Novels & Stories

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

Gina didn't waste time to respond her. "Yes, Maverick loved me then and he loves me still. I own his heart....." 𝑅𝐸𝑋. 𝐵𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐼𝐸. 𝑀𝑅 𝐵𝑅𝑂𝑊𝑁 "Bonnie shouting won't solve anything, it will only prolong matters. Am here to settle things with you, am sorry for the pains I might have caused you."

“Untie him!” Behind him, the elders exchanged worried looks. “Um… Alpha, are you really just going to set the Magic user free, what if he places all of us under his spell?” the elder argued, while others nodded in agreement. Cassian only smiled as the guards stepped forward and released my bounds. “I don’t think Shane here is that stupid,” he said, his eyes still on mine as he stepped closer to where I stood. “This brings me to my proposition.” “The rise of users like you in Ravenclaw has reached a new height, and to eliminate that problem, I am going to use you and your abilities to track down other Magic users,” he said coolly.

I pushed the thought out of my mind, Carbon was never jealous, I was wrong, I told myself. “Yeah, good idea, he will give you your Renegades patch when you get back, I’m sure of it.” He smiled reassuring me. “Thanks Carbon, I’ll see you later?” I asked, he nodded, “you can count on it.” We headed straight to Bane’s door and knocked on. “Come in.” he called. “Oh, good, Bonnie, I’m glad you’re here, I just wanted to clear some things up with you.” He started, standing up.

Samantha drew her thoughts back and turned her gaze to the door. She smiled and said, "Don't you have to go to work? You've come again" Bonnie stepped into Samantha's ward in her signature 10cm high heels, carrying a large bouquet of champagne roses. She gave her a quick glance before heading to the side table in the corner of the ward. There was a vase on the side table with white roses given by Sophie yesterday. Bonnie completely regarded herself as Samantha's guardian, she pulled out the white roses and threw it in the trash can, intending to replace it with the champagne roses she bought.

“You’ll need authorization to proceed.” “I was instructed to come here,” I said. “These are the ashes of fallen warriors.” He glanced at the urns, then at my face. His expression changed, just slightly. “Name?” I gave it. He hesitated. “And your rank?” “I am not an Omega,” I said evenly. Before he could respond, footsteps approached from behind me. I recognized the voice before I turned. “Well, this is unexpected.” Bonnie stood there with several people at her back, her posture relaxed, her smile sharp. She looked me over slowly, from my face to the urns in my arms.

Opened it. Cold fog rushed in, kissing her naked skin. Goosebumps everywhere. The balcony was small—railing chest-high, city drop below. Streetlights glowed through the mist. A few cars crawled on the street far down. Windows across the way—some dark, some lit. A silhouette moved behind one curtain. Bonnie stepped out. Naked. Dildo still inside, thrusting slow now, controlled by the Honeyswarm. “Fuck,” she breathed. “This is insane.”

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

“You want answers. I want Selene gone. We can help each other.” Bonnie didn’t respond right away. Then she said, coolly, “I haven’t agreed to anything yet. Don’t forget—I might be new to the game, but I’m not stupid.” Cherry smirked. “Good. That’s why you’re useful.”

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.