Bunny Gaffney Novels & Stories

Yet another hit from The Best of Bessie Samuels, one Emily hadn’t heard since she was a child herself. “Mama Metcalf, I’m just curious, where are you from originally?” “Little town in South Carolina called Gaffney. You probably never heard of it.” “Ha! It’s home of the peach-shaped water tower. It looks like a giant ass hanging over the interstate.” “We’re famous for our giant ass,” Mama Metcalf said with a wheezy laugh. “How come you know about Gaffney?” “Because I was born and raised in Charleston, South Carolina.”

First time. She was terrified of the goats. Loved the chickens. Wanted to take a bunny home. "No bunny, baby girl. Bunny stays here." "But I love bunny!" "I know. But bunny has a home here." "Bunny come our home?" "No. Bunny stays." She pouted. But accepted it. We spent two hours there. Petting animals. Chasing Evie. Laughing. Normal family outing. Normal Saturday. The kind we might lose if we moved. New city. No familiar places. Starting over.

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.

She just looped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his shoulder like her body had chosen first, before her mouth had time to issue a manifesto. I stood and picked up Bunny from the chair. “At least bring her lead attorney.” Sebastian accepted Bunny with one hand. Poppy opened one eye. “Bunny isn’t a lawyer.” “Then what is she?” “Bunny is an emotional support witness.” “Of course.” We went upstairs to Poppy’s room. The starry ceiling glowed softly. Some staff member had turned on the crescent-moon lamp at the little table, opened the covers, placed a glass of water on the nightstand, and arranged two storybooks on the chair.

"I think we need some more practice, don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Clara." ------------ ---------------- A week later . . . ------------ ---------------- Bunny was trying really hard not to laugh as they pulled into a Rent-A-Storage facility near Dublin, Georgia. For the entire trip, she had been picking up the brown paper sack next to Shamira's seat, showing it to her, and grinning like a madman. A peanut-butter sandwich, some applesauce, a now-empty blood pack, and a banana.

She never did change. She placed one of the bunnies in his arms and cotton candy in his hand then she began walking to the Ferris wheel. Shawn looked at the bunny in his arm as he followed her. It was green in color. Smiling, he increased his steps and ate off the cotton candy. A sweet sensation rushed through him and as much as he tried to convince himself that it was the candy's doing, he knew that what gladdened him was the fact that Jade never forgot his favorite color.

As usual, she was talking. Zayne raised a brow when he saw the slack-jaw expression on my face. "Zach gave her an apology gift," Zayne's eyes fell on the keys. He stared at them intensely for a few seconds before Rihanna held his jaw with her small hand and turned his face to look at her. "Bunny Bunny, you're not listening!" He smiled warmly at her. "I'm sorry, princess, continue," "So the tiger jumped in after the monkey, determined to finish its mission. Can you spell determine, Bunny Bunny?" Zayne pulled down her skirt, shaking his head. He smiled at me before turning and walking the other way. That was the go-ahead.

Grayson asked. When the owner heard the word "Bunnybel", he was stunned for a moment. He hastily said, "Bunnybel is—" "Mr. Bunny," Grayson corrected him. The owner was speechless. He didn't know what Grayson meant by that, but since it was Grayson's orders, he had no choice but to do as he was told. He hastily corrected himself, "Mr. Bunny is a mysterious person, so no one knows where he is. Mr. Bunny has been fighting in Maltford for the past year, so everyone thought he was based in Maltford."