Nightmare Bon-bon の小説・ストーリー

Bonnie said, already fantasizing about the size of his dick. "While waiting... why don't you join me... a good threesome... co... could help... Oh my fuck," she screamed again when the guy gave her a hard thrust. Bonnie smirked, taking off her clothes. She had been feeling horny since she saw Stacy fucking the guy. She joined Stacy on the couch, spreading her legs apart. Stacy pulled her closer and attached her mouth to her wet clit causing Bonnie to scream out in pleasure. Bonnie shoved her head in her middle, and their moans covered the room as the guy kept on filling Stacy's hole with his dick.

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

Slowly, the Russian girl tried to leave, bushes made a sound when you moved, so, she tried to move slowly and very quietly. The dad of LORIA walks in the house looking for food, he closes the window door, she makes a run for it and stays away from the door. It was Bonnie. Bonnie was a small 7-year-old girl, crying she tried to reach the hideout unnoticed. She made it, her underground house, she pulled a lever, a door to the ground opened to reveal stairs, she went down it and pulled the lever to close the door, the lever was downstairs. Her mom was dead, her smiling face is sitting in a picture of her living room desk, her dad is a drunken mess singing In the kitchen.

Lorenzo tried containing his hormones as his member stirred to life. Dio! He thought, his mind clouding with dirty thoughts. Bonnie's grey pupils came into view when she opened her eyes. Her cheeks turned a deep red colour when she realized she had shared a bed with a man. A man! And not just any man. Don of the Italian Mafia. "Morning, beautiful." He said with his sexy morning voice. "Morning." Bonnie said. She sighed as her hand laid on Lorenzo's face. Is it a good time to kiss him?

Speak of the devil. Bona came downstairs with a doll in her arms. When she saw Harry, she pouted and muttered to herself, “I thought that it was Sienna who had come back. So, I was happy for nothing after all.” Bona lowered her head and turned around to go back upstairs. Harry suddenly said, “I heard Nene saying that you like watermelon-flavored candy?” When Bona heard this, she turned around with a defensive expression on her face as she said warily, “Do you intend to bribe me or get me to take your side?”

But the hateful smile remained in her mind. Bonnie awoke panting with fear. In the dark, she couldn't remember where she was. Nothing was familiar. She wasn't in her room at home. She reached for her phone and knocked it to the floor. It was so dark she couldn't see her hand in front of her face as she scrambled down to find it. She dropped to the floor, her knees cold against the short carpet as her fingers searched and finally found the plastic case.

Where the fuck were the guards when I needed them? Bonnie had a smirk on her face, like she had won this round. "Don't try anything stupid or I'll shoot." She threatened. "So little Bonnie is actually Greta." I amused. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that held a promise that she could end my life. I had to play it cool. I have to think about my baby. I know I can take her down. I have to play this right. “What do you want, Bonnie, or should I call you Greta?” I asked, watching her every move. If she wanted me dead, I would have been dead. She had other plans. Probably with her brother.

The words were a balm, the exact ones she’d been starving for. “Ok.” “The usual lodge. I will find you.” “Ok.” --- That night, Bonnie sat on the edge of the bed in room 214 of the Traveler’s Rest Lodge, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She’d worn the black lace nightdress he liked. The room smelled of stale air freshener and old cigarettes. Usually, he was never late, but he had a real job now, so perhaps he was stuck. The hope was a stubborn weed in her chest.

“Well, you’re using quite a low level spell, you know? I sensed that you casted that spell just now. I can see through you.” “Heh, I just don’t want to draw attention.” “Well, milord, you are the topic today and probably for the next two weeks at least. So, what can I get you tonight?” Shim Boon asked as he grabbed a cup from the side. “Any recommendations?” “Yessir! We got this week’s special, the Nutty Gritty. A mix of dark choco and milky haggelnut with caramel and whipped cream on top. Would you like that?”