Scariest Bonnie Novels & Stories

She will be in much more serious trouble than she had earlier expected, if she gets out of here in one piece, that is. Iris finds it hard to breathe, hard to keep her eyes open. She can't move, neither her friends, nor any other people that are running like ants. But the thought of getting caught fills her mind with the only thing; she has to run. "Ahhhhhh." Someone's loud scream successfully grabs her attention but it's a mistake for her to turn back as the next thing she knows is that a dead body is lying on the ground,crimson blood still coming out of his head. His dying face showing all the pain that he is feeling right now,scaring Irish.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

Whatever is in this house is evil…pure evil! For the longest while all three of them sat in stunned silence after Beth read from Polly’s journal. What they just learned was almost beyond belief.Polly's own sister,had seen the second entity of which Lady Katherine had spoken of.Although Beth did not want to acknowledge it out loud,her heart and mind told her that Ginny's tormentor must be the lady in the shadows.The one who wanted her dead. “Aunt Ginny must have been so scared,”Marcus finally said.”Who in their right mind would not be?”

Bonnie exclaimed as she quickly came to a halt with Ann who was a pace away behind her. “Does killing this creature turn you into a dark witch?” Ann yelled from behind. “I have no idea but I won’t stand and watch the creature devour us without a fight.” Bonnie switched her staff to the left hand. She rises a few feet above the ground. “You want a fight, let’s fight!” she yelled at the creature with a stone face gaze. The creature let out a terrifying roar and started charging toward Bonnie and as well spitting fire from its mouth to devour its victim.

She burst into tears, screamed at the top of her lungs, and came out of the closet. Bonnie's frail body lay on the floor, covered in blood. There were three shots in her chest. The woman closed her eyes with a small smile etched on her lips. It seemed that Bonnie had left feeling calm and peaceful because she was able to save Caroline. She didn't know what had happened, but she had a gut feeling that her life and Caroline's were in danger. It was true; a mother's hunch is never wrong.

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.

I say tremulously. Our eyes were locked in a trance of fiery indignation. “You’re forgetting something Ma Cherie.” He taunted, his voice sultry and wicked. “I know when you’re lying.” Scorching heat begins to boil my blood, a twisted potion of dread and elation pumping ardently in my veins. Bonnie scrambles to her feet, breaking the spell between us and fleeing the scene. Before she could even reach the door, Lazarus blocked her path with lightning speed. Bonnie was panicking, something she never faced before. “I’m so sorry.” She cried, pointing a finger at me. “She made me do it, she wanted me to seduce you. Please don’t kill me.”

Bonnie Bonnie couldn’t sit still. She jumped at every sound. She saw shadows around every corner, and she heard every squeak, step, and breath of every person walking down the hall. She was a mess. Four days. Four days since they’d left New Orleans. She’d been jumping and living on little to no sleep for four days. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the man with the scar on his cheek. He would grin and then lunge for her.

As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place. Nina gasped as she regained consciousness. Her hands touched her body desperately, shock filling her features. “I thought I was going to die, why didn’t you let me die—” she paused, the surprise on her face turning to horror as she looked behind me. I followed her gaze only to find Don Simon standing in front of the shed with a frightened look in his eyes. “Magic!” He screamed. “You are one of them,” he pointed a trembling finger at me. “You are a magic user.”

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."