Bunny Basket Novels & Stories

I felt pinned beneath it, as exposed as if I were still naked and bent over in the cold. I needed something to do before the quiet crushed me. I padded over to the straw nest that had become my bed and sat cross‑legged, running my fingers through the long pieces I’d gathered earlier. The memory came in a sudden, aching rush—Sasha’s patient hands guiding mine as she taught me to weave, the smell of sun‑warmed hay, Ginny laughing when my first basket collapsed in on itself, Tawny teasing me for making it crooked. I needed a basket. Something practical. Something useful. Something to carry vegetables from the garden. Maybe even herbs, if I was lucky.

Not going to touch that jerk-off grenade. The next aisle is the toiletries aisle. A woman in that section takes one look at me, drops the basket she’s carrying, and scurries away. Good. We can use the privacy. I scan the woman’s abandoned basket and note several items that Luna will need — a toothbrush, deodorant, razors and shaving cream, and tampons. I dump the contents of her abandoned basket into our cart and decide we’re done. “What is all this stuff?” Luna asks, picking up the deodorant. Christ. I forget she’s lived like a savage her whole life.

She jumped up when she saw me. "Yo man what the fuck, you have to tell me when people are coming in here." She said gathering her pencils and shoving them under a pillow. I knew instantly that the art supplies had to be contraband. My eyes widened, I had never be seen real contraband in person. She most definitely was not assigned those tools, so how did she get them? "Relax Vixen." Fox said then gestured to me. "This is our newest, Bambi."

The box didn't seem like it contained jewelry, but rather some kind of ornament. Sage walked over and opened it, revealing an exquisitely crafted bunny-shaped desk lamp. It was made of crystal and red gemstones adorned its eyes. When she pressed the switch, the bunny emitted a soft white glow from its body, while its eyes glowed a faint red. It was a beautiful and unique sight. Recalling that night at the restaurant where she had reached out to touch a bunny-shaped lantern, she thought that Ian must have guessed that she liked bunnies and brought this back for her.

She's never been, and that's about to change. "I have a gift for you, baby girl," I said, watching the way her brows lifted slightly with curiosity. My butler stepped forward, holding a small box wrapped in soft cream paper with a ribbon. She took it with hesitant hands, opening it slowly. Inside was the Jellycat bunny I picked out just for her. It suited her—soft, gentle, a little shy, just like the way she smiled when she saw it. That smile... God, that smile could ruin me.

Sophia The soft glow of evening filters through my window as I finish tying a delicate bow on the basket I’ve been working on. The woven basket is filled to the brim with goodies, a homemade vegetable and chicken stew to nourish the new mother, some soft blankets for the pup, and a few herbal teas to help with her recovery, along with some other baby essentials like diapers, warm clothes, and beanies. I’ve tucked in a small stuffed duck for the pup too, because I remember how much Rose loved grasping her soft toy with her tiny fingers.

Always being aware of Auri holding onto me. Stopping in front of a vendor that made handmade toys and stuffed animals, I looked over them. One caught my eye. There was a bunny in the far right corner. It was made from different scraps of fabric. Some of the fabric was textured, some were smooth, and some even had a pattern of flowers on it. It’s ears flopped down, being as long as the head and body combined. Walking into the tent, I pointed to the bunny. The man nodded and grabbed it. He started to speak in Italian to me but I put up both hands, trying to convey I didn’t speak Italian.

“I made us a little picnic too.” I turn and I'm flabbergasted. There's a whole picnic next to him. There's a big woolen cream blanket, some fruits, cupcakes, baguettes, and… I gasp again, eyes wide at the sight of a lovely cot-like woven wicker basket with a mint-colored cotton blanket inside. “Is that for Snowie?” I look at him with hopeful eyes, my chest bubbling with joy. Jaxon chuckles and scratches his head in a shy manner. “Yeah, figured I'd make her a carrycot so she doesn't have to be in the jacket all—”

"He's gone, Uncle Tor. That's all that matters." "He's not gone, Angel. He's just on a journey. But ya know what? There's another bunny out there that needs you. Do you think we should go find him?" She nods solemnly and sniffles. "Yes. Right now." Ash and Elara just shake their heads when Kyra and I come back hours later with a new stuffed bunny... and a real live bunny equipped with a deluxe cage I set up by the window in her bedroom. Kyra is over the moon with the little rabbit we named Snuggles, and I feel like a hero for saving the day and bringing her smile back.

We walked a little further until I heard it, soft slow sounds and I saw some lights my steps slowed as I turned to him “What is that? Knox didn’t answer as usual he just kept on walking. We stepped into a small clearing and I saw them. Bunnies, they were small and fluffy and hopping around without a single care in the world. Soft music was playing and there were lights all around the clearing i blinked and turned slowly to Knox. “bunnies?” He crossed his arms. “Yes.” I stared at him. “You brought me here for bunnies?” “B is for bunnies.” I couldn’t help it and I burst into laughter “You’re serious?” “Yes.” “This is your big idea?” “You said something fun.” “I did not expect this kind of fun.