Nightmare Bon-bon Novels & Stories

Cadence felt it now, now that it had been pointed out to her like a set of fangs glistening in the moonlight. Lena gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. She hadn’t really been able to see Bonnie out in the foyer. The adult Vampire dropped to her knees near where Bonnie was playing. “Hi there, precious,” she said quietly, Southern sweetness dripping from each word. “How are you?” “Fine,” Bonnie said, cautiously, eyeing the stranger. “Well, you sure are a pretty girl. My name is Lena. What’s your name?” “Bonnie.” She twisted from side to side slightly as she answered.

said Freddy. 1hr 23mins 3mins later the unnamed spirit arrived in the dining room and looked at Freddy, Bonnie & Chica “Cassidy is your animatronic not fixed yet” Freddy asked “yes Gabriel” said Cassidy, I looked at Freddy *so Cassidy, Gabriel, Jeremy & Susie are awake but Fritz & Charlotte Emily are asleep. Okay then, it’s time to scare them* I said in my mind Gabriel looked at the unknown Nightmare Diablo animatronic motionless then the eyes of the Nightmare Diablo just turned on then off followed by a Nightmare Diablo laugh. Gabriel was spooked “oh my days” he said “Gabriel are you alright matey?” Fritz asked “I am that Nightmare Diablo just turned on and off its eyes followed by its laug

“Guy. In the road. Swerved to miss him. Flipped. Crashed. Zonbis . . . zonbis. That means . . . Then someone else pulled her out, he pulled her out. Left the rest of us to his . . . his . . . dead minions . . . oh God.” “Who?” “Papa Nightmare. He has Jeannine,” sobbed Bernstein.

Champagnes and nibbles are offered to us at every interval and I watch as Bonnie downs her millionth glass. "Maybe you should swap to water?" I say as she necks another glass in one. "What did I tell you..... This is drinksville baby" she says laughing hysterically. We finally end with full mani and pedicures. Bonnie chooses bright red for her nails and I choose a subtle pink colour. We walk back through the main lodge still in our robes and slippers. Bonnie now wearing sunglasses and holding her champagne flute. She struts through the lodge like a celebrity who owns the place and I can't help but giggle at the looks she gets.

The next morning, Bonnie woke up at daybreak. She had been having nightmares all night. At first, the dream started with Christopher breaking all of her fingers, one at a time. After that, she dreamt that she had suffered a miscarriage, and Jim and Christopher were standing in front of her, laughing at her as she lay in a puddle of her blood. Christopher had told her that she was a stupid woman who refused to listen to his advice, whereas Jim sneered at her and said he would never fall in love with her.

The way Bonnie had lingered near the pastry tray, tiny fingers barely visible, doing… something. I narrowed my eyes, piecing it together, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. Of course. The nuts. The little snack Bonnie had clutched in her hands like a secret treasure. That had been the weapon. That child, my little apprentice, had executed it perfectly. Damien, completely oblivious, was pacing now, muttering about how everything was ruined, how the client would never trust him again. He had no idea how perfectly orchestrated the night had been.

“Here’s the second hundred grand for the job you did today. Now get the plane out of here and make sure no one knows where you were.” “It was nice doing business with you.” The pups are exhausted, eight hours on a plane and another hour in the car without food has them cranky. When the car stops it doesn’t look like there is anything around. “Time to get out.” “Where are we?” Bonnie looks around. “Isn’t this where the one bunker is?” Eric comes over and runs his hand down the side of her face. “You are a smart girl.”

She needed to forget Callum, and not even sleep was helping since he lived rent free in her dreams. “Fine, I’ll go.” As soon as the words slipped out of her lip, everything else went by in a blur. Bonnie didn’t waste a single second getting dressed and driving them to a club just a few miles away. Sugar, she thought it was called, she really wasn't paying attention to the name, only the bar. Which was the first place she found when they got in. Bonnie ordered a dirty martini and drank it in one go. “Don’t stay too long.” She nudged Alice as she shimmied through what little space there was in the crammed dance floor, catching a few of the men's eyes.

"I might've let the girls do some ballet exercises. I'm sorry sir. How foolish of me to do that." That's not foolish. Maybe that's when Bon's perspective change. He was thirsty even hungry to know more about her. Doe was an open book with colorful pages and secret chapters and he's more than willing to find them. The tulle that she's wearing that night over her dark tights wasn't the usual, that tulle stretched out into the ground as they danced around the room under the moonlight. "Are you sure about that?" Noir started with his strong french accent. They're drinking rum on one of the balconies of their mansion. Bon was serious when he told Noir that and he can't see anything default about

“Nope. My mind was on something else entirely.” “Come on, Tabby. Look at these pictures. Doesn’t it look like fun?” Valerie held out her phone and showed her the pictures. Tabitha scrolled through them. It did look like it would be fun. They had all kinds of stuff there. Pool tables, techno lights, bubbles, and dancing were all shown. The little disclaimer got her attention. "Oh, alright. It does look interesting. What's this about wearing clothes that can get dirty?" "Apparently they do some kind of body paint there that pops under the black lights. That's why I want to go. It sounds like so much fun. So, we're definitely going Saturday?"