Bunny Coffee Novels & Stories

SYDNEY The coffee shop, a quaint haven nestled on the corner of a bustling street, held an air of familiarity that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. The warm, golden light spilled through the large, steamed-up windows, casting dancing patterns on the polished wooden floors. Conversations ebbed and flowed, a symphony of voices that blended seamlessly with the soft melodies of a guitar strumming in the background. I sat at a corner table, fingers tracing the delicate porcelain of my latte cup. Each sip sent tendrils of warmth through me, a soothing contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. Opposite me, Knight sat with an easy grace, his eyes harboring a quiet understanding.

“I’m all about love.” “Do you want something to drink, bunny?” Zander asked. “No, that’s ok, Z,” I replied. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you. The final designs for Bunny Brand are done. I’ll have to bring them by sometime this week,” Morgan advised. “Great, I’d love to see them,” I said, rubbing my belly. “WAIT!” Morgan shrieked and jumped up out of her seat. “What’s wrong, Pixie?” Dutton said as he rushed to her in a panic.

The place was expensive to buy and put a dent in our pockets but it was worth it. When my glass was full, I drank the entire thing down without a break. I was really thirsty and the water tasted so good. “Look at you.” A voice startled me and the glass almost slipped from my hand. My heart was beating fast and when I looked behind me, I saw Bunny. I released a breath and rolled my eyes. She was wearing skinny jeans and a very cute crop top. Her hair had sparkles in it while her face was bare of make-up. “Geez, Bunny. You could have given me a heart attack.” I placed the glass down and walked carefully to the kitchen island.

“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!” Ok, so that product description didn’t sound as horrible as her chat made it sound. Indeed, marketing was a talent that some of her knights didn’t have. Eloquence was an acquired skill, and not many of her viewers had that. These men in her private stream only knew the words pussy and tits for the better part of their IQ, and Queenie shrugged it off.

There is no reason for me to not like her, right? … Right? ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ After I left Juicy Punch with a cup of mint-watermelon juice, I bought a cup of ristretto and a bag of grape wine lamb and porcini lasagna from Coffee Bloom on my way back. Although I hate Bobby the pervert at the counter, yet I did not dodge him, instead, I went right into the shop and got Jamie’s breakfast for him.

He looked kind of shocked to be grabbed by Conor James, but he rolled with it when I discreetly nodded to the girls at the end of the aisle. He showed me their best and most expensive model. Whatever—I grabbed it and carried it toward the cashiers. Shit. Milka’s bunny. “Do you have stuffed bunnies?” The clerk raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Follow me, sir.” I followed him towards the toy aisle and he pointed me towards the stuffed animals. Dogs, bears, tigers . . . There, rabbits. The clerk took the gate from me, and I picked the softest white bunny on the shelf.

Quin was still at daycare. The café was warm and welcoming, filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries. Soft music drifted through the air while quiet conversations blended into a comforting background hum. Sunlight poured through the large front windows, making the polished wooden tables glow. In front of me sat the banana bread latte I had ordered. It had been every bit as delicious as it sounded, with hints of cinnamon, vanilla, and warm banana bread lingering on my tongue long after my last sip. It was easily one of the best coffees I had ever tasted.

Most trades were still opening. As I walked around paying attention to my surroundings and smells, the sweet aroma of coffee caught my attention. I turned my face towards the smell and realized it was coming from across the street. From a diner on the corner. The coffee there smelled a little different than the others. It was buttery and seemed to come with melted chocolate as well. "BunnyBlaki's". My tummy rumbled but I managed a smile at the cute name. It was the only place that already looked like it was open. It had large clear smoked glass side windows and the place looked more like a pub style restaurant.

Caitlin asks her/ "I'm into coffee, I make the best coffee ever," Bunny answers her. "Anything other than that? Are you kinky?" Caitlin asks her and I groaned, really, that's not what I meant. "Yeah, I'm a lawyer, we all are weird," Bunny answers her with a chuckle.

I didn’t bring Wolfsbane. The scent of coffee wafts into the room while I'm sitting with Jordan and Kent. They seem comfortable in their skin and every inch the Alphas of this pack. Wiley is too, and he walks into the room behind a servant in a plain black dress and white apron wheeling a cart with every kind of tea sandwich and pastry, as well as a china coffee pot and delicate cups. Wildly different from drinking cocoa at my parents’ kitchen table just three days ago. “You take your coffee with a little milk, don’t you?” Kent asks.