Mangle X Toy Bonnie Novels & Stories

"But prospects who don't have mates can have any of the Blood Dogs they feel comfortable with turn them." My mind wandered to when I'd thought about the possibility of Cyrus turning me. "Just keep your distance and see what happens," I told myself as we entered Bonnie's trailer. She put on her robe and started a pot of coffee. "Oh, I've got something for you," she added as she headed toward her tiny bedroom. "Bonnie, you've given me way too much already." "Well," she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without."

And by the time she launched herself off of my shoulder, there was nothing I could do. “Tara!” I screamed, and Dax tried his best to block the blur of a child Bonnie had become, but the new Guardian was like a gnat in her way as Bonnie flung herself through the air. She pushed him across the room like it was nothing, and he hit one of the toy shelves, knocking its contents across the room.

Wren added, landing the final blow and cheering as Milo groaned in defeat. Atlas looked around. The arcade was a patchwork of barely-functional cabinets, old pinball machines, and a jukebox that only played warped 80s hits. A couple of the younger kids in town—the last of the thirteen-year-olds—clustered around a light gun game, laughing too loudly, like they were trying to fill the space with sound that could fight off the rot. Nova watched them, her brow furrowed. "There used to be more kids here, didn’t there?"

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!"

Bonnie stood in the doorway, one hand clutching tight to her purse strap as she did her best to look casual and non-threatening to little Abby. The facade was wasted effort. With a cold exterior, she towered over Abby's tiny body, stiff in all her movements. "I thought we could get some lunch, and then maybe go back to that park we went to the other day." Bonnie was focused on Abby, a plastic smile on the woman's face as she attempted to coax the little girl—her daughter, but no less a stranger—to take her hand without cringing. Clint wasn't sure who looked more nervous, Bonnie or Abby.

I pulled out my tool bag, this time grabbing some meat sheers. "Haha, You.... think...you...can...break me... Alpha?" Bonnie coughs. "Oh, I don't have to break you. I'm just enjoying our visit, passing the time while Maddox receives something for me." Killian plays it coy. "Nothing you can find will make me talk." "We will see about that? Does the name Devin mean anything to you?" I smiled while twisting the sheers in my hand for extra dramatic effect. All the colour drains from Bonnie's face, but she remains calm and emotionless.

It worked. Annie looked at her friend with softness dancing in her eyes. “Are you sure?” She asked, loving the reassurance. “If you don't trust either me or Dylan then trust the fact that he is the fucking most feared mafia and I want your happiness -” Cammie jabbed her in the arm before speaking “- now let's redo your make-up and get you married… you don't want to leave your hot boyfriend standing alone on the altar. Mrs Xavier.” Annie blushed, her cheeks bright pink. Chuckling, she stood from the floor, moved to the dresser and sat letting her friend do her hair.

I said, savouring her souring expression. “Which makes you disposable. Why would he need you here when he has me.” I chuckled mockingly. Bonnie let out a demonic scream, piercing my eardrums and slapping me, setting my cheeks on fire. She was ready to pounce, but I wasn’t giving her a second chance, sliding out of her path. She fell onto the ground, mortification colouring her cheeks while her eyes flashed with fury. “You fucking bitch.” She spat. Bending at the waist, giving her a half-smile. “Takes one to know one.”