Bunny Piggy Novels & Stories

Also suffered a paralysis on her left hand, leaving only the right one functioning. Nemo: her Intelligent black pet cat. Charlotte: her manager. ….. (System) I'm darling I'm honey Together were darling honey, the doppelganger system. Honey and Darling: two cute talking white bunnies, in the form of teddy, but possess normal humans hands and feets which look just as tiny as their appearance. They have the same appearance and could be mistaken as one if they don't appear together.

“Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?” Ethan lifts the rabbit to his ear, pretending to listen intently then nodding along as if the bunny is speaking to him. “He says he’s a boy, and he calls himself Mr. Fluff though you can give him a nickname if you like, and yes, he is white because he comes from the arctic, though he’s only ever visited the north pole itself.” “Daddy ask him if he’s wild!” Paisley chirps excitedly.

Oh, and not just at work. At home, too. Keira had shunned all her other stuffed animals in favor of that damn pink bunny, so every single time Zoe saw her sweet baby girl, she was clutching the little beast. She slept with it, for Christ sake, and dragged it all over God’s green earth. Maria had laughingly reported that the bunny – whose name appeared to be ‘Panda’ for no reason that Zoe or Maria could puzzle out – came on all their walks to the playground, and Keira had introduced Panda to the swings.

"What?" "What made you think that?" She pointed toward my jersey. "The jersey." I looked down, then back at her. Then down at the jersey again. "I still don't understand." The girl laughed. "That's what puck bunnies do." I frowned. "What the hell is a puck bunny?" Her eyes widened. "You don't know?" "No." She looked genuinely shocked. Like I'd just admitted I didn't know how to breathe. "A puck bunny is basically a hockey player's girlfriend."

“Lots of sugar!” Mama Hazel, with a twinkle in her eye, produced a small sugar bowl from her bag of tricks – a canvas tote filled with an assortment of toys, crayons, and other treasures for impromptu play. Theo, his eyes wide with delight, scooped a generous helping of imaginary sugar and sprinkled it into Bunny’s teacup. “Now, Bunny is happy,” he declared, beaming.

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

"Did you miss the part where I turned into a hobbit this summer?" "A hobbit who's been eating her body weight in clementines." Ari shrugged and popped a wedge of fruit into her mouth. "At least I won't get scurvy." "That you won't. Have fun at your sleepover." "I'm gonna trounce Kennedy at Killer Bunnies." Kennedy went brows up. "Should I be afraid?" "Beware the Cyberbunny," Flynn intoned. Killer Bunnies was another of Ari's favorite board games that she'd introduced Flynn to through a sound thrashing.