Broken Bunny Novels & Stories

My mother, Eleanor Thorne, dropped out of school at a young age to work, single-handedly raising my uncle, Logan Thorne, all on her own. Because of that bond, right before she passed away from a severe illness, she tightly held Logan’s hand and entrusted me to his care, begging him to look after me. With bloodshot eyes, Uncle Logan swore right beside her hospital bed that he would never let a single soul lay a finger on me for the rest of his life. When I was seven years old, my biological father, Richard Jennings, was preparing to remarry, and he muttered a cruel comment under his breath, calling me a piece of useless baggage. The next second, Logan smashed a glass bottle right over his head. "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to my little girl like that?" he roared. "Keep running your mouth, and I will personally ruin you!" Before his head wounds could even fully heal, Richard literally checked himself out of the hospital and fled the city, never daring to show his face around us again. During my high school years, a boy cornered me on the way home to force a love letter into my hands, which completely terrified me. Logan flew into an absolute rage. That very afternoon, he brought a crew and broke the boy's leg. That act invited a violent retaliation. Logan was targeted in a brutal hit-and-run and left for dead on the asphalt. He spent three grueling days fighting for his life in the ICU before the doctors finally pulled him back from the brink. Yet, the exact moment he was discharged from the hospital, he tracked that student down again and beat him within an inch of his life. I was utterly horrified. Desperate to prevent my uncle from hurting anyone else on my account, I, Maisie Thorne, secretly applied to a university overseas without telling him, leaving the country for three long years. On the eve of Logan’s wedding, he personally flew out on a private jet to pick me up and bring me back home. That night, we sat down to have a quiet dinner together. But the night took a twisted turn when his fiancée mistook me for a hidden mistress. "So, you're the little obsession my husband can't seem to stop thinking about," Victoria Vane sneered, glaring at me. "I’ve heard all about the mysterious girl locked away in his private thoughts. Let's see how much sleeping around you can do once I strip that pretty little face right off your head, Maisie Thorne!"

Risha Nathalie Saavedra was known for being a good daughter, who always follow whatever her parents may say. She knew it from the very start. She has to marry a man so that their company will survive and grow. She was fine with this idea as she wanted to fulfill her parents' dream. She met Evan Zendejas, her evil fiance. She likes him at first but this man is doing his best for her to doubt this fixed marriage. She would like to chase him discreetly hoping to somehow get to know Evan and eventually makes him chase her desperately. Is that really possible?

I was born into hardship, but my beauty led to my adoption by the Maddox family. When I was 18, they brought home two boys. Dustin Holland, a piano prodigy, quickly bonded with my sister, who was the darling of our social circle. Nathan Holland remained in the shadows. He didn't like to talk, laugh, or even show the normal emotional fluctuations of a person. His stubborn, wooden gaze was like that of an abandoned stray dog. Diagnosed with emotional detachment disorder, he became my project. I vowed to heal him. He locked me in a dark room, scarred my face with a branch, and encased my favorite doll in plaster. I forgave it all, thinking he was just traumatized. The elite in the circle mocked us, urging me to abandon him, but I kissed him publicly, declaring, "I love Nathan. Anyone who hurts him will pay." Then a fire tore through our home. Nathan stepped over my broken body to save my sister, his eyes wet with rare tears. Turned out, his disorder had a cure. It was just not me. Reborn on the day they arrived, I looked at the taciturn boy and sneered, "Dad, must we take in every stray?"

"He was destined to be mine, until he looked me in the eyes and called me a mistake." Branded a curse. Feared by her pack. Ivy has lived in the shadows, hated for a tragedy she can’t remember and haunted by a wolf that refuses to awaken. However, everything changed on her eighteenth birthday when fate cruelly binds her to the one boy who once swore to protect her, Ryker, the future Alpha... and the one who now wants nothing to do with her. One night, one bond, and a rejection so cold it shatters everything she dreamed of having. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes. And some bonds refuse to be broken. No matter how much you try to end it. Can you really go against fate? Or will you yield to the desire of being claimed?

Till death do us part Betrayal, the acid that destroys all without hope of repair The bond once sealed with love and trust now hangs by a thread of pleas and regret Trust, once lost is never seen in the same face Again Hope is all that lasts in pain and most sadly in vain Only time can tell if there ever will be redemption and restoration The wedding bells that rang five years prior, seem to have worn off its charm and joy in the lives of Ethan and Patricia. Mistakes and disregard have strained whatever it was that bound them together. Realisation comes rather late, and a new beginning is too far gone to reach, but mistakes need to be learnt from, and time surely, must go on.

Aurora’s life turned to hell six years ago when her parents died in a rogue attack. Blamed for their deaths, she went from being the Beta’s cherished daughter to the Moon Rises Pack’s punching bag. Now she’s nothing more than a slave – beaten, starved, and forced to hide just to survive each night. She’s convinced she’ll never have a mate, never escape this nightmare. When Arthur catches her scent at the Mating Ball, the mate bond hits him like lightning. After years of searching every pack in Europe, he’s finally found her. His Luna. But not everyone wants to see a broken, worthless girl become the mate of the continent’s most feared Alpha. With enemies determined to destroy them and Aurora unaware her salvation has arrived, can their bond survive the forces trying to tear them apart?

He rejected me to save his pack. Now he'll destroy empires to own me, and I'll let him, right before I make him beg.... Three years ago, my fated mate tore out my throat in front of his entire pack, called me defective, and left me bleeding in the mud. My wolf died that night. Or so I thought. Now Caelan Ironwood is alpha of a crumbling territory, and he's dragged me back to his penthouse prison. His pack is dying. His rival, a psychopath named Silas Blackmoor, is closing in. And apparently, my "worthless" omega blood carries a primal gene that can birth the most powerful heirs in centuries. His solution? A breeding contract. I refuse. I fight. I tell him I'd rather die than let him touch me again. But then my first heat in three years hits like a wildfire. My body doesn't care about my hatred, it only knows one thing: alpha. Caelan is the only one who can ease the burn, and when he finally takes me, I discover a secret. Every time he knots me, I absorb his power. He thinks he's claiming a breeder. He's actually building a queen. Now I play the broken omega by day and steal his strength by night. He wants an heir. I want revenge. But somewhere between the snarling and the knotting, the lines blur. Because the monster who destroyed me is also the only one who makes me feel alive. And when Silas comes for us both, Caelan will have to choose: his pack, his pride, or the mate he shattered who now holds the leash to his ravenous, desperate soul. He rejected me to be strong. He'll beg to keep me, and I'll let him. Just not the way he expects.

“Y…you?”  He stepped closer to me, each sound making my heart race. I instinctively moved back but my back was already against the wall, there was nowhere to run, I had to face him and stand up to him but how would I even do that?. I could stand up to him when he was my boss, but now he is my mate, my second chance mate. Would he even accept me? Would he even want me? His son's caretaker?. A mere omega?.

After a night of passion and a broken heart, Sophia thought marrying Bright was the best way out: a marriage without love, commitments, or ties. But lies come at a price, and Sophia and Bright must pay it. When danger lurks and the past resurfaces, Sophia and Bright, will have to face their true feelings. Will danger bring them together, or will it destroy them first?

The night I killed my mate, I never thought he would come back to ruin me. In a world of rival werewolf packs, Eamon is a haunted warrior carrying the guilt of one fatal strike. During a brutal war, his claws ended the life of an enemy wolf, only to feel the mate bond shatter too late. Years later, that same wolf returns as Ronan, the ruthless new Alpha of the Shadowfang pack, armed with full memories and a burning thirst for revenge. When a cunning third pack led by Garrick threatens them both, the enemies are forced into a dangerous alliance. But the unbreakable mate bond pulls them together even as hatred rages. Fierce arguments explode into raw, desperate passion. Ronan claims Eamon with punishing need, while guilt and desire tear Eamon apart. As secrets about an ancient curse surface and packs bleed on the battlefield, the two men must choose between destroying each other or fighting for a love that could save or doom them all. In this dark MM werewolf romance, broken bonds burn hotter than any war.