A Cute Bunny Novels & Stories

Controlling the tone of my voice and my facial expression was harder than expected, because Kelly seemed to flinch at the sight of my face. ‘Oh dear, not now’. I thought, before I forced a smile on my face and held Kelly’s hands. “Actually, Zora came specifically to apologize to me. And as a gracious Luna of the Red Moon pack, I had to forgive her. Don't you think that's noble of me?”. I raised an eyebrow as I asked Kelly. “Em… yes. Sister is the kindest person in the world”. Kelly rested her head on my shoulder with a giggle.

“It's actually safe. All the animals here are regularly examined, vaccinated, well-fed, and cared for.” I immediately nodded without hesitation. Good enough for me. Kael stood up and slowly approached the bunny. It sniffed the air, then looked up. Kael bent slightly, ready to grab it. The bunny took one look at him… and immediately hopped away fast, straight into a nearby bush. Kael stared after it and cursed under his breath as he watched the bunny disappear inside the bush. I burst out laughing, feeling a sense of satisfaction. It felt good seeing something unsettling Kael.

Alyne smiled happily, without putting her handbag back, she walked out and waited for Aslan in front of his apartment. *** Alyne smiled while looking at Aslan's face. He was grumbling because the supermarket queue is very, very long. Unknowingly someone took their picture secretly, and chuckling softly. "You die!"

As if on cue, a small creature zoomed past us, I saw a flash of something fuzzy with a small, round tail. "I'm calling you Bunny from now on," I laughed.

She’s practically gushing with admiration right there. As she’s busy ogling on the pool below, my eyes wandered to the vanity, focusing on a tiny plush animal that was soft and somewhat out of place in the elegant room. Pale pink inside its floppy ears and a little blue ribbon knotted around its neck were among the softest pastel accents embroidered into the fluffy bunny's cloud-like cream fur. Instead of being hard or polished, its button eyes were beautifully stitched with thread so thin that they gave the toy a permanent, childlike smile. The round belly of the fabric appeared ideal for a newborn to hold, and it was velvety to the touch and safe for small hands. Though simple, it carried

The moment I was facing her, Jessy offered me a smile that sent a warm feeling up my spine and through my entire body, I could not help but return an even bigger smile which made the younger girl giggle. Finally I looked at her hand and I scrunched my face the moment I found her bunny within her grasp. The green and white of the stuffed toy was streaked with dirty and for some reason the bunny was also wet. “Why is your bunny wet Jessy?” I asked and the younger girl looked to the toy and then offered it to me. I shook my head politely urging her to answer my question instead. “Bunny durty.” She replied. “Your bunny is dirty? Were you trying to wash it?” I asked and she nodded her head fast.

I whisper, adjusting the blanket around Leyla’s surprise basket for the third time, “no yelling, no running, and no licking anything.” “Who licks things?” River deadpans, slouching along with her brand-new purple bunny slung over her shoulder like it’s survived a war. One ear is missing a chunk, and one eye is literally stitched into an X like a mildly cursed voodoo doll. She loves it. Of course she does. Two steps in front, Lili, clutching a white bunny in sequin-studded bootleg jeans, a rainbow tutu, and a sparkly unicorn crop top, walks with the proud solemnity of a bridesmaid approaching the altar.

It was a Rabbit Clitoral Vibrator with an adorable name and description. “This is the Love Bunny C-Vibrator,” she introduced the baby pink toy that looked a little like an overly round, legless stag beetle. The toy fitted nicely in her palm with its rounded shape and felt like a mouse. However, the prong tip unique to the Love Bunny was designed for filthier moments. “The Love Bunny is a wireless lady helper that inspires limitless pleasures with a special touch. Equipped with adorable buck teeth that stimulate the rosebud with a tight squeeze, the Love Bunny doesn’t bite!”

Her sobbing had eased, breaking into uneven breaths before settling. "Done, momma," she whispered. "Good girl," I murmured. "You did pretty well. Now, I want you to think about something–your favourite colour. Or the funniest toy you've ever seen. Something that just makes you laugh." There was a pause, then a small giggle from her. It was quite fragile and unmistakably real. "My blue bunny," she said. "It's the funny one with crooked ears." "That's it, my love. Now, hold on to that thought for a while. Don't let go of that funny looking bunny."

They were about nine or 10 years old if I were not mistaken. I stopped and waved at them. Two girls and a boy. "Hello there, sweet bunnies," The two girls giggled. "We're wolves, though, but I haven't shifted." Said the girl with cute freckles on her face. I almost laughed at their faces. Witty kid. "but I like bunnies. Shane likes it too." She added, pointing to the girl with black hair who eagerly shook her head. "We have three bunnies at home; Toffee, Biscuit, and Marshmallow. They are so cute. Do you want to see them someday, Luna Anisha?" Shane asked.