Nika Bonney Novels & Stories

I smiled thinking it would be nice to do something like that. "It will be in the woods still but I randomly came across it one day." Brian said telling me about a little cabin he said we could use to have some time away from the castle. We talked about our plans and that we would be leaving tomorrow. I took a hot shower while Brian went hunting again. I got dressed in pants and black top with a camoflage jacket and a bow and arrow and a hunting knife. I went outside looking for Brian. I found him looking at a couple of people. A man and woman. I got my arrow ready when I snuck up behind him and managed to shoot both of the people. Brian quickly spun aroundand saw that it was me who shot them

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

♛ Aurora: “So, when's the meeting supposed to be held?” I looked up from my laptop and asked Bonnie, who was standing across the office table. She looked down at her tab, fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose with a finger, then returned her gaze to me. “On the 14th, next Friday,” she muttered, pushing back a strand of her curly hair that had fallen on her face. Her warm black eyes stared down at me. She was a petite young lady, around 5’5 in height. I stared at her, wondering exactly what made Mia have doubts about her. Bonnie was respectful and diligent in her work—exactly what I needed—so I couldn't just dismiss her because of Mia’s doubts.

A few years later, my research project finally reached its perfect conclusion. With my work complete, I returned to Bexley City once more, this time with Amy by my side. Since the collapse of the Grant family, Bexley City had become a completely different place. As we walked along the street, a small boy suddenly ran toward us, dropping to his knees. His frail voice trembled as he pleaded, "Madam, please… have mercy. My dad and I haven't eaten in three days."

Maybe a throw back from not having anything means now she is very low maintenance and just really appreciates everything she has. Shopping for her when she came home was a nightmare. I’ve never bullied a woman into buying clothes before. The only time she doesn’t argue with me is when she wants books. Then I have to tell her to calm down. Pointing out she can only read one at a time is apparently not a valid argument against buying 10 in one shopping trip. We all settle in the kitchen as Hannah greets us and makes us drinks. “So, not that I don’t love seeing you all so soon” said Nova finally hugging me “but why am I seeing you all so soon?”

We have the same mother but different fathers. The boy I want to kiss is my brother. The bond in my chest screams louder, hot, angry, and wrong. Cael's voice is rough like rocks. "Mother," he says. The word sounds strange coming from a king who never says soft things. She nods fast, wiping her face. "The Goddess curses blood matings. The bond will burn you both out from the inside." "How long?" I ask. My voice cracks in the middle. "Three nights," she says. "Not weeks. Three. The full moon rises on the third night."

*** The dinner unfolded in the grandeur of Donovan's palatial family home, a setting that starkly contrasted with Boma's humble roots. Donovan, a picture of sophistication, was accompanied by his twin siblings, Josh and Jane, who had grown quite fond of Boma through their previous encounter. Their faces lit up with joy at the sight of her, their innocence radiating as they greeted her with warm smiles. Sitting beside Donovan at the table was Sharon, his striking teenage sister. Her auburn hair framed her delicate features, and her eyes exuded an aura of wisdom beyond her years. She offered Boma a knowing smile, appreciating the genuine innocence, beauty, and humility that Boma embodied.

It put me on the spot, but I also knew that after what he had done for me so far, I would help him regardless. Out of everyone in the house, he was the only one that I felt comfortable talking to. "We can play a game or watch a movie." Bri's voice was soft and quiet, even with her excitement showing. She had long light brown hair that was naturally curly. Her eyes were a beautiful warm brown, but her cheekbones stuck out sharply, and she was skinnier than a kid her age should be.

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.”

Cathy exclaimed in shock, sounding heartbroken. Bonny smiled but gave her a curt nod, feeling the same heartbreak. "Of course, sis. We still have a lot to catch up on, and don't forget that I also need to boost my powers." Bonny replied to her in a cracked voice. Suddenly Bonny’s phone vibrated in her pocket. Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately took the phone out of her pocket. “We need to go now.” She yelled in panic when she read the message received from her fellow witch in the Blue Moon Pack.