Shameless Bonnie Novels & Stories

He trotted over to where I lay in the shallow water, nursing my bruised ribs. He didn't speak. He licked the blood from my muzzle. The rough rasp of his tongue was the most grounding thing I had ever felt. Mine, the bond whispered. Safe. The cleanup was a blur of orders and adrenaline dumping. Ronan took charge of securing the prisoners—Thorne’s surviving pack members who would now either swear fealty or be exiled. Elara organized the wounded. Jax didn't stay for the politics. He shifted back to human form near the treeline, not bothering to cover his nudity. He was a mess of gore and mud, his skin painted in the colors of violence. He walked over to where I had shifted, huddled in a blanket

she gasps, leaning forward, “do you live in this car? Is it like a tiny house on wheels? Do you have a little fridge for your snacks—” “Bonnie!” I yank her back by the sleeve of her denim jacket. “Stop harassing the poor man.” Henry’s mustache twitches. “It’s quite alright, ma’am.” Bonnie collapses against the seat, fanning herself. “I’ve died and gone to rich-people heaven. Pam, pinch me. Am I dreaming?” I oblige, pinching her arm hard.

Unfortunately for him, this knowledge was not helpful because he still wanted to confess everything he was so bad it hurts. *** Bonnie had done all the pampering things necessary to prep for the best date of her life. She’d shaved everywhere needed, and changed her outfit more than seven times, settling on a red mini-dress with no sleeves and a chocolate brown slim coat. Her nails on her toes and fingers were nude-pink, and she picked out a pair of heels that were nude leather. It made her legs look naked. There was nothing trashy about her appearance but it did have sex written all over it. Staring at herself one last time in the mirror, she felt as though her heart might crumble from beati

I told myself this was for her, to bust her out of the funk she’s been in lately, but were my reasons more selfish than that? I don’t have time to dwell on that question, because the next thing I know, we reach a break in the trees and the bonfire pit comes fully into view. There are more people here than I expected, lounging on old chairs and overturned logs, dancing to music or casually sipping drinks. On the far side of the fire, Chase and his friends are seated all in a row, with Levi on his right and Callum on his left. Levi’s the first to spot us approaching, jumping up from his chair and making his way over to meet us.

Beth was watching some of the men who had fierce faces, her coworkers' faces were all pale and worried. "How come this team is coming?" Beth whispered, she was already wearing her working attribute. She was already wearing Beth's name tag and had her hair tied up in a bun. "If I could, I wouldn't want them to come either. They Came uninvited, went home asking for sacrifice..like demons!” Shania complained still whispering. “Just bribe them… buy some drinks! Some meat… ” Beth gave an idea. “You go on… try it, they can report you bribed them to the head office. If you have an acquaintance with a shaman… I'll permit you to go out for an hour to ask for any charms so that this team vanishes int

"What?" "Look, you did your hair different today. You look super attractive. Do you know your nickname is Robbie-the-hottie?" I snorted. "That's real?" "Unfortunately, yes. And it can't be helped that people admire you. But you're mine. And I wanted to scream at them to stop looking at you," she admitted, biting her bottom lip. "Then I started feeling stupid for being so petty." "Bonnie—" "I mean, a part of me's like, this is my mate, he's better than yours, but another part just doesn't want anyone else knowing how good you are. It's dumb, right?"

“I’ll see you then.” *** Cat was bummed about our ruined plans, but she understood. Well, she understood as much as someone who was anti-relationships could understand. She waved me off with a smirk and an, I hope he at least puts out after this. Bonnie was pacing in front of Jack’s booth when I arrived in June Lake. Once she caught sight of me, her worried face smoothed out and she strived for nonchalance. Too late. You’ve already revealed your human form.

Iris had only confronted two such shades, both with the help of Mother Hall, and even with an almost absurd amount of extra candles, it had taken all her power to lead them and keep them out of the world of life. She remembered weariness warring with pride when she had trooped her way back home after she had banished the first shade. She had wanted to run to the village and shout the news, share that she had by mostly her own power banished a dangerous spirit away. She had wanted to tell them that they were safer now, that the spirit would stop stealing and eating their sheep. But she had realized, with a deeper sort of weariness than the one that leadened her limbs, that the elders would th

Norah says excitedly. "Keep your voice down. You're going to get us fired," I scold. Everything about my job is pretentious. Its not everyday a mess like me gets to work at a place like this, and I have to work extra hard to be just as fake and uptight as everyone else. Norah doesn’t really try. She’s a little reckless, but in a childish and innocent way. I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.