Mangle X Bonnie Novels & Stories

He looked like a man fraying at the edges, probably from newborn chaos, sleepless nights, and Vanessa’s iron-sharp expectations carving lines into him. Bonnie hopped out of the car on her own, her backpack dragging on the ground. Her face was splotchy, tired, almost… brittle. She clutched her jacket with both hands, like she didn’t know where to put herself. Damien tried to fix his expression when he saw us. Tried and failed. His features twitched, rearranging into something like forced neutrality. “Morning,” he said. I nodded. “Morning.” Ryan gave him a stiff, polite nod, nothing more.

Stitch had managed to get the silver bullet out of her leg, and he was currently working on others in the bar while wearing leather gloves so the silver wouldn't burn his skin. "Thank you," Stella said as she handed me my cut. It was covered in her blood. "You're welcome," I replied. Then, she turned and walked away to check on one of her friends. "We'll, uh…we'll get the funeral arranged for tomorrow afternoon," I heard Bonnie say to Red from across the room. "We should have it all together," Blayze walked up beside her. "No MC alliance bullsh*t." Bonnie nodded. There were no observable boundaries now. Howlers and Blood Dogs were on both sides of the street.

Dane frowned slightly but still instructed his agent to check the fitting room. Soon, the agent came out and said, “Couldn’t find the button. Maybe it fell outside. I’ll go take another look.” “There’s no need to look!” I stepped up to Bonnie and said coldly, “Bonnie, hand over the button.” Bonnie’s expression shifted instantly. “Wendy, what are you trying to say?” I gave her a mocking smile and said word by word, “I’m saying—you cut that button off on purpose!”

“Go, I will take care of this. I will check on both of you later.” I smirked as I grabbed the knife. “Ace, I am going to take care of this bitch; you take Walton.” "Let's have some fun." Ace smiled evilly. “When I am done with you, you will wish you were dead,” I smirked as I looked at Bonnie, who was already bleeding out due to the C-section she had just had. She wasn't going to be fun. She was weak. I turn to Ace, “I think we should just bury her alive.” She will get what she deserves.

"I'll like to speak in private. Yey nuzhno idti" I could not stop my eyebrows from twitching. Why should I leave? "Speak Bonnie." Ronan orders whilst typing on his laptop. This angers Bonnie, the girl shows her anger and frustration like a teenager when she stomps her heels on the ground like one. "You owe me!" She whines. "What do you want?" Ronan returns, not breaking his eyes away from his laptop. "A date." "Okay"

“You’re lucky you’re hot. I—“ “See? Look! Right there!” I gestured to Bonnie Nolan, who definitely was attempting to shoot death rays from her eyes. “She’s envisioning me dead. Incinerated. Vaporized. Whatever.” Jack put his arm snugly around my waist. “She’ll have to whatever both of us, then.” Bonnie’s expression did not soften as we neared. If anything, she looked angrier up close. “Hey, Aunt Bon.” Jack tossed her an easy grin.

Big Man realized that he had lost his tongue and corrected himself, "I mean, no man other than me and Madman is a good person." Well, that's fine, and the conversation can continue. The three of us were united in our criticism of Xavier's negativity and unfaithfulness. The more I listened to the two of them talk about the affair between Bonnie and Xavier during my absence from Sin Pack, the angrier I became, the more I felt that Bonnie was imitating the old me. I can't stand it! And I suspect that the girl named Bonnie was recruited by Xavier on purpose to be their helper. Well, I am not a petty person, Bonnie as a helper I do not have a problem, she helped Xavier out of the task I also do n

Drawing the chair out I sat at the elegant table. Banging her hand on the table, I feared it would hurt but she only grunted out a ragged breath. "What's this so hard eeeh" she exclaimed "Wenti be this?" continuing with her angry speech she cleaned the sliver spoon squeezing the fabric tightly. I could only watch. "This time of the month is always the hardest" she spoke up after some minute. I only hummed out knowing I was missing an important massage. "Today is the lunar ball" Ebere said filling me in.

The way he left. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t look away. I swear I can physically feel the hollowness inside me where the mate bond between us used to reside before it was so cruelly ripped away. The band suddenly starts in on a cover of Blink 182’s ‘I Miss You’ and the melancholic soundtrack to my own devastation nearly brings me to my knees. “C’mon,” Vee demands, grasping my hand tightly and yanking me backwards.

He trotted over to where I lay in the shallow water, nursing my bruised ribs. He didn't speak. He licked the blood from my muzzle. The rough rasp of his tongue was the most grounding thing I had ever felt. Mine, the bond whispered. Safe. The cleanup was a blur of orders and adrenaline dumping. Ronan took charge of securing the prisoners—Thorne’s surviving pack members who would now either swear fealty or be exiled. Elara organized the wounded. Jax didn't stay for the politics. He shifted back to human form near the treeline, not bothering to cover his nudity. He was a mess of gore and mud, his skin painted in the colors of violence. He walked over to where I had shifted, huddled in a blanket