روايات وقصص ضمن Bunny Coffee

When we finally go back downstairs for breakfast, I find Bram standing by the coffee station, holding two cups in his hands. He spots me immediately and lights up like a goddamn golden retriever. “Annie!” he calls out quietly, waving me over. I smile at Joy and start walking his way. “There’s a fucking Starbucks station here, did you know that? I got you this, I forgot the name already but it smells like dessert. It has vanilla and caramel.” I blink at him.

However, this place had coffee. A younger woman, frizzy brown hair, slightly smudged eyeliner and rosy cheeks looked up at me. “Oh! L-luna Brett!” “Hello! How are you?” I said with a smile. My eyes instantly looked around. She had pastries, doughnuts, muffins of different flavors, and the smell of coffee was making my mouth water. “This is such a cute shop!” Her face instantly lit up. “Thank you!” “What do you recommend?” “Well, what kind of stuff do you like?”

"How did this even start, Bells?" Amy asks as she sips on her coffee in our favorite café. It's this cute littlr place that makes you feel like home. It's not like Starbucks or Mcdonalds. It's a small family café, with all homemade cookies and home brewed coffee. "I don't really know, honestly. It just happened one day and we never stopped after that." I reply, thinking about the day we started all this. "Details!" She nearly shouts as she pokes me. "I want some dirty details, girl."

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.”

Poppy took over before we could start fighting like two adults who should have known better. “I’ll be quick.” “And don’t forget the croissants with the crunchy ends.” “I won’t.” “And don’t buy the almond ones. Bunny is allergic.” I looked at Bunny, lying on the chair beside her. “Bunny is made of fabric, Pop.” “Bunny still has bodily rights.” Sebastian nodded as if that were a valid business statement. “Sure, Princesa.” Poppy kissed the iPad screen loudly. “Bye, Daddy!” “Bye, Capitano.”

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

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?