A Cute Bunny Novels & Stories

“Shopia, what are you doing?” The little girl raised her face and smiled sweetly while raising her rabbit doll. “I'm playing with Bunny, Grandpa. Bunny is having a picnic in the garden.” Adam smiled slightly. "A picnic, huh? Does Bunny like tea or milk?” Shopia seemed to think for a moment, then answered firmly, "Milk! Bunny likes chocolate milk.” Adam nodded while adjusting his position on the wooden bench. The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of moist soil and fragrant roses growing around the garden. He saw the green grass stretching out wide, with a few small birds hopping between the bushes. The atmosphere felt so peaceful.

I can't show myself thinking that this is a trap for me, for us. I remained hiding until she stood up, and I am right, it was her pet in her lap, a white bunny. I was looking at it while wandering around then I gasped when I saw it looking at me. I bit my lips, there is something in its eyes that I can not explain. It was just there, not moving while still staring at my eyes. Does that bunny see me?

He placed his hand against its furry cheek and gave it a few gentle strokes, the fluffy tail flopping wildly from side to side. He giggled, his tear-stained eyes sparkled in the sunlight. "I am supposed to kill you and eat you," He muttered to the Bunny and sniffed. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll live a life better than mine. A real one, and I will be your Daddy!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, feeling very brave and confident with his idea. "From here on, we only have each other. I will always listen to you, and play with you, and you will do the same for me!" He said, kissing the bunny on the nose. The bunny clucked softly. "My name is Caleb," He told the bunny, rubbing his hands toge

"You won't see me until you need me." "You weren't much help when you were actually needed." I snapped, looking back at Sienna. The air filled with her soft laughter as she rode, stumbling and falling. A smile kicked on my face. At least, she never let go of any chance to be happy. The corners of my lips kicked up as I spotted white bunnies in the distance. I put the cup down and rushed towards them. They were happily munching on carrots. I slowed my pace, reaching near them. They were dressed in cut little sweaters, looking adorable. I guessed the ones with pink were the females. "Hello!" I spoke softly, flashing my broad smile.

I hate the way that caused my heart to pang. I thought I was the only one he smiled at like that. I thought I was the only one he looked at affectionately. It is unsettling and hard to watch. It made me hate coming here, and I suddenly wanted to go home. “I got a white bunny, and I named her Snowball! She's so soft and fluffy!” The annoying person said, holding his hands over his chest as he thought of his bunny. His smile suddenly disappears, and he frowns at Walker.

"Liam! Yoo-hoo! Liam Westbrook." Jesus Christ. I can't believe my damn luck. I cannot pretend like I didn't hear her yelling my name. Everyone in a walking radio has stopped to take a lot at the little scene she's causing. My ears do not mistake me. It is her, running in my direction, on those unbelievable high and pointy heels. Her tits bounced in slow motion, threatening to spill out of her fantastic cleavage. Is it a miracle she hasn't toppled over the sidewalk, or that a crazed man hasn't toppled over and snatched her? She's the human version of Jessica Rabbit, minus the red hair.

OK… An impartial glass tube confirmed that Kit had fallen ill. She flatly refused to take the pills. She asked for tea with rum, curled up in a blanket on the sofa in the living room and turned on the Cube. She was shivering, her eyes shone feverishly, intoxicatingly, hot green. Lou ran around, not knowing how to drink or feed her to make her feel better. Do you want an orange? Not? some water? Juice? Warm milk? Yes, he remembers that she doesn’t drink soy stuff, he goes to the store for real milk… Maybe it’s worth calling a doctor after all? “Bunny, just lie down next to me and that’s it ... stop wailing like my granny,” Kit smiled. - If I want something, I will ask ... Just don't cuddle ..

"Who or what is Bunny?" Lillian smiled. "You are being way too harsh," she told Clara. "Bunny is the sweetest --" "Sweet? She makes my teeth rot just thinking about her! Pink? No one wears pink bondage equipment!" Shamira snickered. "A pink-loving submissive?" Clara threw her hands up in exasperation. "That's not the half of it! No one is that cheerful!" Then Clara stopped and looked a bit ashamed of herself. "I always wondered if she was just compensating for --"

"You're 16 now, Everly. Let me give you a coming-of-age present!" Yes, it was, indeed, my 16th birthday today. Mom grabbed a pouch of aromatic spices from the cupboard. "Men only like women who smell nice and sweet. Take this to your room and light it. Don't put it out even when you're eating or sleeping. Soon, you'll become a pretty rabbit-woman, just like Rebecca." I returned to my room and closed the door. I held the pouch to my nose. Sure enough, it was the same scent I'd picked up in Rebecca's room.

“Gotta say you’re pretty cute as a bunny, though. Not gonna lie.” What is a bunny? The person holding me doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he takes me away from the fluffy place and brings me into his lap. I’m sitting on top of his huge legs, and I relax when his hand runs over my back. “Do you feel safe with me?” Yes. “Do you remember me?” No.