Bunny Basket Novels & Stories

I whisper, adjusting the blanket around Leyla’s surprise basket for the third time, “no yelling, no running, and no licking anything.” “Who licks things?” River deadpans, slouching along with her brand-new purple bunny slung over her shoulder like it’s survived a war. One ear is missing a chunk, and one eye is literally stitched into an X like a mildly cursed voodoo doll. She loves it. Of course she does. Two steps in front, Lili, clutching a white bunny in sequin-studded bootleg jeans, a rainbow tutu, and a sparkly unicorn crop top, walks with the proud solemnity of a bridesmaid approaching the altar.

Some were filled with larger chocolate bunnies, others with assorted candies, and smaller ones with colorful eggs and trinkets. Each type of basket was carefully arranged and counted—30 of each size. It was no small task. As Miranda filled the colorful Easter baskets with candies and other goodies, she couldn't help but ask, "Do we really have this many family members to give these baskets to?" Aren chuckled. "Not before, but this year's different. We're starting fresh." Miranda paused, reflecting on his words. For years, Aren and Fiona had spent most of their time abroad, often celebrating holidays quietly and without much fanfare. Visiting family or hosting large gatherings hadn't been par

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”

TESSA The moment was broken the moment we heard rustling. My body tensed while Rowan moved quickly, going out of the water, to look for signs of intrusion. However, as he got closer to the bush, he leaned down and pulled out a… bunny? A small, snow-white bunny. I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding, the tension leaving me all at once. Rowan turned around and showed it to me.

Hazel wandered into the garden, where her newfound rabbit friend eagerly awaited its morning treat. She offered a handful of vegetables, particularly favoring the carrots. Wyatt's voice, unexpectedly close, made her turn. He held two coffee mugs in his hands. "So you two have become friends," he remarked, kneeling beside her. Hazel cradled the bunny in her hands, rubbing its nose affectionately. Wyatt issued a playful warning, "Be careful; it might just bite your nose."

However, my tranquility was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door of my dorm room. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I needed to hide the bunny before opening the door. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a fluffy blanket from my bed and gently wrapped it around the bunny, ensuring it was snug and cozy. I placed the bunny on a nearby shelf, surrounded by stuffed animals, hoping it would blend in. Taking a deep breath, I crossed the room and opened the door to find my roommate standing there, a curious expression on their face. They had seen glimpses of the bunny before, but I hadn't mentioned keeping it as a pet.

It was a Rabbit Clitoral Vibrator with an adorable name and description. “This is the Love Bunny C-Vibrator,” she introduced the baby pink toy that looked a little like an overly round, legless stag beetle. The toy fitted nicely in her palm with its rounded shape and felt like a mouse. However, the prong tip unique to the Love Bunny was designed for filthier moments. “The Love Bunny is a wireless lady helper that inspires limitless pleasures with a special touch. Equipped with adorable buck teeth that stimulate the rosebud with a tight squeeze, the Love Bunny doesn’t bite!”

"They don't have the talent to be paparazzi." "So, where are you going now?" He led me to a small stall where some young men were trying to shoot a toy duck made of plywood walking on the wall. Many prizes to choose from if you manage to shoot all the duck toys. Actually I've never been interested in games like this, but this time there was a medium-sized white stuffed bunny. Ooh, so sweet. I want to hug, kiss, I love rabbits! "You want a bunny, right?" "Huh?" Adrian can tell? "Well, I know you're not a marksman, right?"

What had he gotten himself roped into? "Dr. Odell, right on time." Bunny had a plastic bag full of white, silk flowers over one arm. "Come over here and I'll get you set up with a glue gun." "Okay." He walked across the room to a corner table. Streamers, bits of feathers, a bowl of mini-cowbells and lots of glitter littered the table. "What is it we're doing?" "Making mums, of course." She thrust the bag into his hand. "Everyone should have a mum."

“No. They were so fast it was hard to catch them.” “Are you trying to catch them with your bare hands? Of course, they’ll be too fast for you.” “Then, how do you catch them?” “Try using baskets.” A noble lady was giving them instructions on how to catch rabbits. The kids looked at Alicia, their eyes wide with astonishment. “Baskets? How?” “Place a basket upside down with a stick. Then, put some food inside, under the basket. If you tie a cord around the stick and wait in a nearby bush. Pull the cord as soon as a rabbit comes inside the basket and you’ll trap it.”