Shannon Bonne Novels & Stories

I nod as he introduces the men with him. “I am Shannon, and I grew up in the Black Moon pack.” I keep my introduction simple; I do not know if I can trust these people, only time will tell. We walk back to the pack, which was not far from where we came from, the place looks like a vineyard, the air is fresh around here and I feel calm being here.

Elliott was across from her now, and with the three of them anchoring the tiny body, Aaron began to saw at the back of Bonnie’s neck. Almost instantly, she began to shriek, the same sort of noise Cadence expected to hear if the Vampire was about to disintegrate. Since things were under control now, she shouted, “Shane, come here!” A half second later, the Guardian was beside her. “Take Jamie’s place.” Then, turning to the Healer she said, “Cass says there’s an injured Hunter in the office.” The doctor nodded, and as soon as Shane was properly positioned, he took off back the way they came.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Bastards! "Everything ok?" I ask Shane as I notice him lingering close by. He's finished with his link but also still trying to give us some privacy which I appreciate. "Yes, that was just Lily checking in. I said I would be back by now but she understands why I'm not." "Will you two be a while talking?" Bonnie asks and as always it makes me smile. When she first got here she would barely say a word and wouldn't dream of interrupting anyone's conversation but slowly she has been coming out of her shell and growing her confidence and I fucking love it.

Shannon scanned her surroundings for a moment before walking out. After the two went outside, Mason immediately enquired, “What happened to Sherry?” Shannon revealed, “She’s at John’s place right now.” Mason was taken aback by this. “I thought she left. Why did she come back?" Shannon sighed and said, “I’m not going to hide anything from you. She’s currently working as a servant for John because she owes him eight hundred million, so she has to slave away for him to pay off her debt.”

Mandy replied, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the once-proud Xavier who had fallen so low. Shannon sighed. "It's on him for not listening to me. If he'd had a child earlier, I wouldn't have had to send him to that remote place." She feared that Xavier might expose Jeremiah's fake identity, which would leave no place for her in the Lane family. "Tomorrow is the day before Christmas Eve, right? Any new plans for the company?" Shannon changed the topic. Mandy handed Shannon the recent project proposals. "Madam Shannon, I noticed that a famous foreign composer, Ms. Cameron, recently released a new piece that's trending.

"We can exchange contacts, but forget about paying." As Tobias spoke, he took out his phone. "Why don't you scan my QR code?" "Sure!" Shannon excitedly scanned his QR code before asking, "May I know your last name, sir?" "It's Langley," Tobias replied. With a bright smile, Shannon introduced herself. "My name is Shannon White. You can save my number." "Got it." Tobias tapped on his phone screen and said, "I have to go. Goodbye for now." "Goodbye!"

she comments with her heavy French accent pleasing to my ears. "It's sore, but I'm doing just fine," I update them. "Actually, I was hoping to speak to you all, if that's okay. Just for a moment." They glance among themselves, and Bonny steps to my side, showing her support. A tall, dark brunette Luna—surely Luna Agnew—says, "Please, Luna, speak. We are all ears."

His Patek Phillips watch reflected the chandelier light— rich and shiny. Benita looked closely, the man’s face was vaguely familiar, but definitely not someone she’d expect on an event planning team. “I’m sorry,” she said slowly, “I’m supposed to meet someone here. My event planner. I must have the wrong table.” The man smiled politely. “Benita Bellington?” Benita didn’t answer right away. Her eyes narrowed. “Yes,” she said cautiously. “I’m Shanon,” he said, extending a hand. “Shanon King.”

CHAPTER ONE SHANE'S POV The sun was as vengeful as ever, making beads of sweat drop down my arms as I toiled on the farmlands. My back ached, and my skin burned. As terrible as these conditions felt, I didn’t feel bad for myself at all. My attention was on my younger sister, who had been tilling the ground beside me since dawn that morning without a single complaint. I watched as she raised her spade, planting it deep into the soil, digging even deeper each time.