Shameless Bonnie Novels & Stories

His inner wolf wagged his tail in delight finding her quite amusing. {R:} 20 points for the little lamb. Mark on the other hand cracked a short grin, by the fact his precious human friend was sticking up for him. M: Oh I think that I have found myself a cheerleader. She is always right when I need her.. E: What are you singing to Omi? Sasha glared sharply down at the girl besides Mark. She was more furious to see a human who had no right being here at all. "Slut? Who do you think you're talking to, you rude little charity box!"

Anna's POV Bonnie’s expression softened, but her eyes remained sharp, unwavering. “You might think you’re weak, just because you’re a woman,” Her voice steady but firm. “But let me tell you the truth—Damon may be powerful, a ruthless Don, but the moment he married you, he made himself vulnerable. You are his weakness.” I blinked, stunned by her words, unsure if I should feel empowered or terrified. Bonnie continued, her tone measured. “While everyone else here is fighting to conquer the world for Damon, your only task is simpler—conquer Damon himself. You already have the position. All you need now is the skill.”

I shook my head and leaned forward slightly, "who gave you to them, Jade?" She looked at me and took a long breath in as I watched her shoulders move with it and I watched the confidence that had been sitting in her voice quietly drain out of it like water leaving a glass and when she spoke again her voice was smaller, more careful, like the name she was about to say had a weight that she had been carrying for a long time and setting it down in front of me was costing her something. "Vivienne Belmont," she said. The name hit me like something physical.

" I whispered. A sexy lady beside him was breathtaking, got nice cleavage and hourglass body, she got fit shorts and bikini top, my ideal girl in short, but I don't know why the girl is kneeling after a while, and it is in front of him. "My gosh" I exclaimed then I hid behind the cottage and the girl point her fingers at me then I ran away, I'm nervous and praying to God that he didn't see me stalking My dirty mind was playing again and again, that was immoral. "Dirty boy" I said out of the blue, then I realized that my bonnet was missing. "How unlucky I am, fuck!" I go find that bonnet anywhere, but I can't go back to that place, then a boy handed me the bonnet.

“You left like you were on fire. Damien’s still at the party. People are asking.” “Let them,” Selena snapped. “I’m done playing dress-up for their entertainment.” Lexi folded her arms, concern etched on her face. “Did he say something? Or was it Camille?” Selena flinched at the name. Camille had smiled that shark smile all night, circling Damien, dropping loud, pointed hints that they still shared something real. Selena had kept her composure, played her part… but when Damien didn’t deny Camille’s words—when he simply stayed silent—it shattered the fragile calm she’d been clutching.

"I never did anything unforgivable. Nothing happened between Zach and me the way you imagine. I only pitied him being alone in the city. I never had feelings for him. "Darren, I haven’t done anything as terrible as you think. Give me one more chance, please?" She kept speaking. I reached out and picked up the ring. Her breath hitched, hope filling her eyes like she was about to be saved. The next second, that hope was shattered. Her face went paper-white. I held the ring up and showed her the inscription inside. The once-smooth inner band now carried two engraved names: Nina Wynn & Zach Channing.

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.

It was about momentum—finding things you suddenly couldn’t live without. By the third boutique my feet ached and my patience was thinning. Billie looked more energized than ever. I suspected she ran in chaos. In one store we found a garment neither of us could identify. We stared at it in mutual confusion. “What is this?” I asked. She tilted her head. “I think it’s a shirt.” “For who?” “I have no idea.” We kept staring. Eventually she placed it back on the rack with reverence. “I refuse to support whatever that is.”

I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion. "Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, Mr. Harrington, see the truth! Every fingerprint on these scissors belongs to Ryan! Just test them! My loyalty to you is as vast as the sky and as steady as the mountains—why would I ever destroy your gift?" The Sanders family's faces went green. Violet pointed at me in fury. "Pete! Do you have no shame?! Groveling like that brings nothing but disgrace to the Sanders name! What is wrong with you?!"