Bunny Basket Novels & Stories

Before I can view the whole picture, more messages flood in. Bunny: Oh wow, the white and gold are actually gorgeous. Bunny: Are those peonies?! I love peonies. Bunny: You guys should do peony centrepieces. And maybe like...have the bridesmaids carry bouquets. Bunny: Wait, are you all going to have bridesmaids? Bunny: Oh, this is so dreamy. I love it. I laughed to myself. The messages just keep coming; I'm convinced she'd pre-typed them.

"You won't need to go to school anymore. You can just stay home and be your sister's maid. Take good care of her." "Okay." I nodded obediently, playing along. As we talked, Luna started selecting the first batch of bunny girls for tonight. She glanced at the fading red hives still covering my skin and looked away in disgust. She pointed at Drew and a few other girls. "You girls, come with me." Before leaving, Drew turned back and shot me a smug look. "Be a good little sister and wait for the good news." My chest tightened. Poor Drew had no idea what she was walking into.

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.

Small blankets were folded carefully on the shelves, bottles lined up like vows, and everything, every corner, every line, appeared to vibrate with hushed expectation. Gabriel crept over to the crib, holding his favorite stuffed bunny in both hands. The material was faded from love over the years, one ear slightly droopy where the seam had unraveled. He rested it against his cheek again before gently laying it on the bed, flattening its ears with solemn focus.

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.

She seemed to be full every time the men left. When I took water into Rebecca's room, I noticed her face glowing, and her tummy had grown bigger too. "Everly, come look! This is the bloodstone I'm growing. It'll come out in another month. After Mom sells it for a good price, we'll be living the high life!" I touched Rebecca's tummy and felt something move under the skin. I drew my hand back with a start. "Rebecca, is being a rabbit-woman really that great?" I couldn't help but ask. "Mom gave me a pouch of spices yesterday and told me to let it burn as I slept."