Bunny Teens Novels & Stories

Her face scrunched up in murdeous disgust and I smiled. “Oops” I whispered but the teacher’s anger echoed across the walls. The ghost brothers had frozen, their arms by their side even as Bess got over her disgust….barely and straightened. Her earlier emotions reforming into something polished and innocent. Attagirl. The teacher’s gaze swept over the scene with me, bruised and bleeding; the boys, cornering me and Bess, too comfortable. “What is the meaning of this?” His voice was sharp but Nobody spoke.

“You sure you want to do this?” My stomach drops as my heart begins to pound relentlessly. “Push him, punch him, anything, Lila,” a voice inside my head screams. But my hands seem incapable of cooperating. A loud squeal pierces the house as a dark-haired girl of about six comes barreling towards us, followed by a much calmer boy of the same age. Tyler immediately jerks away from me, and just like that, I can breathe again. “Look, Tyler, I drew a kitty,” the girl announces, waving a paper with a blotchy, purple-colored drawing on it.

Then, mid-laugh, the tears started spilling out all over again. I looked at them, my voice thick with tears and a tiny flicker of hope. "Guys, does this mean I don't have to fake being poor anymore?" The entire living room fell silent. The next second, all 109 of my sisters roared back in perfect unison, "Yes! Tomorrow we're going to buy out the biggest mall in Norburg!" That very night, the group chat named "One Big Loving Family" was renamed "Dante Finally Knows We're Not Some Wanted Criminal Gang".

Detention is just a different kind of playground. Anyway—time for introductions, I suppose. I'm Ariana Kings. Ari to my friends, Anna to my siblings, and "that little demon" to anyone who's crossed me at school. I'm 17—well, 17 and a half, but who's counting? I'll be 18 soon by December. My birthday can't come fast enough. I love singing and dancing. Most importantly, I love destroying people. Oh, the joy. The pleasure. The melodious sound of pain—so satisfying, so exquisite. It's like music, but better. The way their faces fall when they realize they've underestimated me? Chef's kiss.

It was suspected that a student was behind the killing of Jimmy, but Joe alone new who it was. The b squads made sure to deal with any that had Peter and Vanessa's video watching on their phones. “Eh um!” Mr. Tom alerted the class. “Argh!” The b squads groaned in annoyance. They just hate the presence of a teacher. “Come on Peter, we are heading out” the joker beckoned. “Wait dear” Mr. Tom called them. He gulped down his saliva and then handed over a flyer to each of them. “Whoa, the school is hosting a camp in the woods? Sounds fun!” The b squads commented as they left the class.

Leon Caster had just given me a kiss. The sentence rang countlessly in my head until the next morning. I was unable to eat breakfast, and I didn’t even pay attention to my mother. My mind was occupied by Leon’s kiss, and the fact that I was going to see him in school again. “There she is. The fat blob, and the boyfriend snatcher.” It took a while before the sentence registered in my head, and dread filled me. I turned around, and Kenna stood in the middle of hall, with a small group of her cheerleaders.

I sit closely to him, with the fact I feel uncomfortable, I can't complain. "Hi Bella? Do you live around here?" A girl asked. "No, she's here to visit for a while" bunny answered. They were all speaking obscene stuffs. I'm so quiet until I'm asked another question. "Bella, what college did you attend?" I'm dumbfounded. Sadly, I did not attend college. I was going to be open when bunny interrupt. "Tori, are you wearing the new shoes? Wow, it looks great on you." She said. The girl gazed at her own feet "really? I had doubled thoughts buying this"

---------------- ----------- The next night . . . ---------------- ----------- Bunny, as it turned out, could talk for at least an hour without stopping. She was the verbal equivalent of the world's longest run-on sentence, but Shamira did not seem to mind anymore. The girl was just too damn happy to stay annoyed with. And she was certainly easy on the eyes, sitting in the passenger side of the van in tight-white denim shorts that barely covered her ass, a tied-off pink-and-white checkered shirt, and her wheat-blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail. She enjoyed flirting with passing truckers, and watching her lean out the window to talk to or yell at other motorists made Shamira grin.

Embry chuckles into the link, watching me walk over towards Ares and Benjamin who are radiating pride while watching Phoenix. “Mumma Raben! Mumma Raben I gotsted a bunny wike you!” Phoenix links excitedly while running into me with her bunny in her mouth, and everyone laughs. “You got a very good bunny, I managed to find one too,” I giggle at how adorable she is, and place my bunny next to hers making her giggle. “Bunnies good chase, fun hunt,” Phoenix admits, making me nod watching her lay down and begin to chow down on her prey.

She stared back, deadly serious. “Who taught you that?” “No one. I was born smart.” From a distance, Sebastian gave a short laugh without turning around. Of course he heard. Of course his ears worked like an intelligence system. Poppy pressed Bunny against her cheek. “Bunny is cold too.” “Bunny is a doll.” “Emotionally.” I closed my eyes for a moment. “Does Bunny need therapy or a jacket?” “Jacket first. Therapy later, when she’s ready.” I stood and picked up my sunglasses again. “Where’s your jacket?”