Bunny Snowball Novels & Stories

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

Is this really necessary? “Isn’t she cute?” She asks as she brushes the bunny’s fur with her acrylic nails. The nose mask isn’t helping like I had hoped. The rabbit smells burns my nose, and I try as much as I can to stop perceiving it and then I sneeze. “Oh Geez,” Sarah says. She puts the bunny back into the crate and places it at the back seat.

"Shane sent her down to Savannah to arrange cleanup and to get the house to be rebuilt for whoever the next lord is going to be. She wanted to go hunting for Jonas, but Shane seems to have other plans for that. Most of the house should be back in the next few days, 'cause Shane's using the remote staff for most of the clean up. Oh, Bunny has taken over the prisoner transfer duties in your absence." "Good for her. Hey Clara, Bunny said something to me that would be kind of fun to arrange if the doms are up to it." "And that would be?" "A rabbit hunt. Seems she's got this idea about being chased through the woods, caught, and . . . well, you guess the rest." "Her twentieth birthday is coming u

I couldn't help but return his smile with one of mine; maybe not one as bright and beautiful looking as his, but either ways, a smile. "Hello! I'm Snow and I think you're very beautiful," I replied, automatically throwing in a compliment without even realising it. After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face.

Snow retorted, and the girl flashed a smile. “Where was I?” she asked, her tone soft and slow, taking her time in saying the words. “The void, you were there, and you were staring at me.” Snow added, and the female smiled. “There was nothing much I could do,” she stated, and she walked past Snow towards a little bunny running towards her. She smiled and picked up the snow-white bunny and snuggled her nose on the bunny’s. “Who are you?” Snow, asked. “I’m you?” She replied, and Snow's smile slowly faded. “You look different from me, so we can’t be the same?” She added, and the female chuckled, “Really, that's all it takes?” the female said.

Probably angry at me for caging their favourite snowball. Snowball. I met Yuna when she was making a snowball with her sister while laughing and throwing snowballs. She loved winters and she specially loved the warmth of the sun after snowfall. And I loved the absolute adoration and spark in her eyes when she looked at the shining snow under the sun. It was rare to see sunlight during heavy snowfall winter season but when she wanted something from this season, it was given to her. That was why she was winter's favourite snowball.

Little Sapphire pushed the thick bushes out of the way and crawled under. A few thorns pricked her and the stony ground hurt her knees, but she didn't give up. She looked around but she couldn't find her pet bunny. Her mother got her a little pinkish-white bunny with a magenta heart gem on her forehead and pretty pink eyes. She wasn't an ordinary bunny, of course. Her mother told her she'd get to know what kind of bunny she is when the gem on her forehead takes its final colour. Sapphire had been taking care of the bunny for six months. Just three more months before she transforms.

After resting for a bit, Keith talked to one of the staff so he can claim his prize. After a few minutes of waiting, the staff brought them a pair of stuffed bunnies wrapped in bubble wrap. It was a pair of black and pink bunnies. Their fluffy hands have a detachable magnet inside which made them look like they are holding a heart-shaped pillow with a carrot design on it in their fluffy hands. The stuffed bunnies are four meters in height and it was big enough to fit in Rhianne's arms.

“There are six buttons. One of them is a snowflake.” “It’s iced coffee.” He stares at me like I’ve just told him gravity is optional. Missy barrels into the kitchen then, her hair wet and sticking up like a dandelion puff, holding a toothpaste-covered stuffed bunny. “Bunny says she’s ready for school!” she announces. I hold up a single finger. “Bunny is not allowed on the school bus anymore after what happened last time.” “She said she was sorry!” “Tell Bunny I’ll write her a character reference once she gets the toothpaste out of her ears.”

I even got out on a small hunt with her in the precinct of the mansion. Verity caught a snow bunny. I thought it was for Snow White, but maybe she wanted to keep the bunny as a pet. Unfortunately, she couldn’t, so in the end she had to let the bunny go. The bunny ran into its burrow and Verity drooped like wilted leaves. Jackson consoled her saying, the bunny was finally home with its family and happier than it’d ever be anywhere else. I wonder if I have a place I could run to like that bunny and call it my home.