Bunny Coffee Novels & Stories

There's a café across from his clinic— one of those sleek, expensive places with tall windows and baristas who treat coffee like an art form. Zsolnay Café. The kind of place where Budapest's elite come to see and be seen. And it seems like a highly unlikely place for anyone planning an assassination. I order a cappuccino and find a table near the back, positioning myself so I can see both the entrance and the street beyond. The coffee is perfect— rich and smooth with that bitter edge that makes everything else seem more manageable.

“He will need a name, little bird. You’ll have to think of one. He is very cute.” She nodded, pulling the bunny back to her chest. “Let me help.” I reached out and grabbed one of the bags from the bakery and one from the vendors. “Thanks. Let’s drop these off at the car and then we can go to lunch. Here is a little cafe on the corner, they have the best view of the sea from their balcony.” I got up and Auri got up with me. She took hold of my shirt with one hand, clutching the bunny in the other. Max looked at me wiggled his eyebrows up and down. Shaking my head, I followed him back down the street.

“James? Are they from—” “Your bakery, yes. Only the best will do for Hale Tower.” “When did you… I mean I never knew…” “No, the order is discreet. Named something crazy probably…” “Baby’s Day Out…” Theo says as he passes us. “A ‘local creche’ that’s what I called it. Not much difference, as you’ll see.” The coffee bar is manned by someone who looks like they moonlight as a DJ, and there’s a faint, curated jazz playlist humming from invisible speakers.

I poured coffee I didn't want into a cup I didn't need and stood with my back to the room for approximately four seconds before I heard a small voice beside me. "Is that coffee?" I looked down. Zenya stood at my elbow, her bunny tucked under one arm, studying the coffee dispenser with the focused concentration of someone conducting a serious evaluation. "It is," I said. "My mom drinks coffee." She considered this. "She says it's for grown-ups only, but I had some once when she wasn't looking, and it tasted like burnt sadness." Something shifted inside my chest. I kept my face steady. "That's an accurate description," I said.

I stood there hugging the bunny, gazing at Rowan’s back. Why was he being nice to me? Why did he get the bunny for me? Either way, it makes me so happy to finally have the fluffy cute bunny in my arms, it’s fur was so soft and cuddly. I hold it tightly as I take long steps after Rowan. He gives me enough space to look around on my own. Now, I’m stopping curiously at the bookshop, staring at the displayed newspaper and business magazines. A particular newspaper with a long headline about a young CEO who lost his life due to drug abuse caught my attention. There were no pictures, just reports.

Horny bunny 225 commented. My heart began to beat fast in my chest. Why does horny bunny, a total stranger, know my real age? Does he or she know me in real life?

Inside was a packet of children's vitamins, fever patches, and a small stuffed bunny. No note. But I knew. Mica raised an eyebrow. “Secret admirer?” I smiled faintly. “Maybe just a thoughtful colleague.” That day, Brent avoided my gaze. But during lunch, I spotted him in the breakroom. Alone. “Thank you,” I said softly, setting my tray nearby. “For what?” “For the... bunny.” He didn’t look up. “You said she’s five?” “Yes.” “She’s lucky. You’re doing more than most people ever could.”

He went into the study, showered, then changed into a clean set of clothes. He was fuming. That brat was stupid and unreasonable! Grayson had just returned to his room when his phone rang. He answered the call in annoyance. "Speak!" "Mr. Page, Angry Bunny has appeared!" "Who?" "The person we've been looking for, Mr. Bunny." Grayson's expression instantly changed. But after staying silent for a moment, he asked, "Isn't he a guy?" "Yes." "Then why is he called Angry Bunny?" The person was stunned for a moment. "Well, I don't know. That's his nickname on WhatsApp."

He felt discontent at this, after spending 20 million bucks. “My cousin is probably coming soon. It’s almost been an hour already!” Flynn frowned as he thought about this. He could not help but glance toward the entrance of the shopping mall. “What’s wrong, Young Master Bane? What are you looking at?” Fane gave a mysterious smile. “Are you looking for someone?” Flynn jumped in his seat and quickly waved a dismissal hand. “No way. I noticed a coffee shop on the first floor. Why don’t we go for a few cups of coffee there?”

“Pearl, go ahead and book this chair every Saturday morning from today until the end of time. And about two weeks after. God, Helen, you are a genius.” “I wouldn’t go that far.” Helen laughed as she held her matching nails next to the other woman’s. “Whatever.” Bunny laughed. “We have to show off our nails. Let’s do brunch.” Bunny told Helen to keep her gift certificate, today was on her. Bunny then drove them over to have brunch at a little café just off the square where they sat near the fireplace. Bunny recommended the English breakfast and Helen was amazed at the amount of food placed in front of them.