Britannia Petite Bunny Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dark brоwn еуеѕ, little рuрру dog еуеѕ wіth ѕuсh lоng еуеlаѕhеѕ аnd реrfесt, рrесіоuѕ lіttlе еаrѕ. Blаnсhе wаѕ five foot-five inches tall. A ѕlіm petite wоmаn, no more then 110 роundѕ if thаt. Hеr figure wаѕ реrfесt fоr hеr ѕmаll frame, rоund full brеаѕtѕ аnd a сutе little round аѕѕ. I believe the соrrесt tеrmіnоlоgу іѕ that Blаnсhе hаѕ a ѕmаll frame. Blаnсhе had small grасеful hands. Bеаutіful hаndѕ with lоng fingers, the tуре of beautiful hands оnе ѕееѕ in аdvеrtіѕіng for hаnd cream. Aѕ I wаѕ hоldіng hеr hand, I wаѕ thіnkіng a ѕhаmе thаt ѕhе bіtеѕ hеr fіngеrnаіlѕ.

I guess it's not too unconventional for these parts, and at least like the sales lady said, the Ouessant is the smallest breed of sheep, though why anyone would want to order one all the way from the UK and then refuse delivery boggles the mind. She kept turning around in her seat to look at it, and for some reason, her simple, innocent pleasure in the thing made me happy. I've seen women get just as excited over jewelry. There I go again comparing when there's really no comparison. She's just different, but I guess that's what makes her the one. She talked to the damn sheep all the way back to the house, and I found myself having to stifle a grin more than once, another first for me. "Where

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

“Wh-what did you do with him?” “I hid him and his scent,” Grandma Nilsson proudly announces, hands already busy and lighting up an incense. “He is a bunny for the next two hours. Thank me later.” …bunny? I look down at the floor and almost die the cute death. A little, blue-eared, fluffy bunny is looking up at me with big, yellow and frightened eyes. Even his nose is twitching rapidly in what must be total existential horror. “Oh my god, Korrin!” I whisper-yell and kneel in front of my now tiny and helpless little mate. He doesn’t move so I pick him up, my heart going soft. “What did she do to you?!”

“Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?” Ethan lifts the rabbit to his ear, pretending to listen intently then nodding along as if the bunny is speaking to him. “He says he’s a boy, and he calls himself Mr. Fluff though you can give him a nickname if you like, and yes, he is white because he comes from the arctic, though he’s only ever visited the north pole itself.” “Daddy ask him if he’s wild!” Paisley chirps excitedly.

"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.

They could still have kits and the Hares were a declining race who needed fertile no-furs now more than ever. From what Ink had gleaned from the Hares on the ship when a no-fur was bred by a Hare, they always had a litter of Hares. Never no-furs and very rarely were the Hares born Omegas, what they called "bunnies." The only bunny that Ink had met was Bright, and he was jealously guarded by his mate Tallgrass. Not that any harm would come to him on this ship. No Hare would raise a paw against a bunny.

I haven't found my mate yet, and I'm beginning to wonder if I ever will. Just like most female bunny shifters, I'm petite, with a nice butt and decent breasts. I'm proud of my curves and show them off. Why shouldn't I? It doesn't mean I have to let anyone touch me, but it's nice to be noticed by men. I have long blonde hair and hazel eyes with a touch of pink.

She had the most beautiful smile anyone would love to see in the morning, and when she saw me, her smile broadened. She pulled out a chair and then ushered me to it. “How are you feeling? You look tired.” “I am tired. Ella was given a bunny, and its name is Moni.” She started laughing, but it was so funny when she wasn’t the one who was woken up abruptly from sleep. “Yeah, she was very excited, she told me about her decision to name it Moni because it rhymes with Momo, and it sounded really nice, just so you know, it’s a very giant rabbit, it will be half her size soon.”