Bunnyman Bridge Novels & Stories

What I "That's how being bridge is," Haven said. Understanding. Accepting. Resigned. "Can't stop. Can't not be. Can't just turn off. Being bridge is what I am. Not what I do. What I am. Forever. Always. Can't stop being what you are. You know that. You're Luna. Can't stop being Luna. I'm bridge. Can't stop being bridge. We're stuck. Both of us. Being what we are. Forever."

Day by day, he began to start trusting him as Antonette does a great job. *** Thirty minutes had passed, Jude immediately received a call from his secretary. Unfortunately, an incident occured at the West Bridge Virginia— an under construction site. “No wonder the perpetrator decided to take her there because there's no CCTV around. It seems like it's planned, Mr. Sanders.” Jude's hand turned into a fist. He clenched his jaws as he closed his eyes gently. “Anything else?” Antonette spoke. “A lot of cars are still pushing through the bridge as it has been tagged as under construction in the morning. But the construction workers made sure to clear the vehicles before they could pass the bridge

But today we unanimously decided to drive to the bridge by car. Five minutes and here we are at the famous Bob Carrey Bridge. It curved across the Missouri River, and it is special because this kilometer pedestrian bridge was located between two states - Nebraska and Iowa. I'm sure there are usually a lot of people here. But not today. Today only we thought it was a good idea to walk across the bridge.

It would take minutes—maybe more—before we arrived. “Don’t worry, my Luna. I won’t let you fall,” Mr. Sanvictores said softly. His voice was calm, as if he hadn’t just endured everything with me. His gaze was dim but steady. I hesitated, unsure if I could even ride in my current state. My legs were in no condition for this. “The bridge connecting the two towns was damaged. No vehicles can pass through,” he explained. “This horse is the only one that can get us across.”

The white carpet had no light to reflect, and so may as well have been dark gray. When they reached the outskirts of the village of East Haddam, they slowed their pace. This was the trickiest part of their journey—crossing the bridge that spanned the river. The odd-looking bridge was half metal swing bridge and half arched steel span, giving it two distinct shapes. The girders of the immovable section curved up in a graceful arch, while the swinging section rose to a triangular point many feet higher than its cousin.

He pushed the door open, jumped out, and shouted, “Hey, what the hell are you guys doing? Get out of my way!” A brawny man got out of one of the big trucks and said coldly, “This bridge has been closed. From now on, no vehicles or people can pass through!” Gibson shouted in annoyance, “You let the cars in front of us go through! You can let us pass first before closing the bridge!” Little did he know that he was the main reason why the bridge was closed! The brawny man chided loudly, “Shut up! I told you, no vehicles or people are allowed to pass! You can give it a try if you want to die!”

Queen Gwen said and Loque Bella just threw her head forward and broke down. On the road to Monteg, Prince Callum and Mr. Braun carried on. They continued on the dusty road through the forest and came to a wooden bridge that was build across a wild river. "Looks stable enough," Mr. Braun said. "Stable enough, it doesn't look stable at all," Prince Callum said. "It's falling to the side and look at how many planks are missing?" "We can just hop right over them." "We can but the horses can't. And we need them if we're to get to Monteg in time. We're going to have to find another way across."

Rylan gave me a long look but did not object. My father merely grunted his approval. The Sunken Bridge was an old, moss-covered stone arch over a river choked with slick ice. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. A perfect place for an ambush. I made a show of it. Sniffing the air. Kneeling to examine the ground on our side of the river. I pointed out faint, melted-out impressions in the mud that could have been boots. I showed Rylan a snapped branch at an odd height.

Fynn released all the tension in the reins, letting Alastor gallop full force back to the manor. I slid my hands up Enbarr's neck and let him follow after, praying that he could follow Alastor well enough to not encounter any holes or tripping hazards on his way. The glee that filled the air felt like fireflies, even in the chill that came with the end of autumn. The bridge across the moat that surrounded Fynn's manor made an echoing rumble as we raced across it, and I could barely contain my excitement anymore.

As soon as he spoke, there was a brief pause on the other end before the specific location was reported. I understood. It was near the border of Foswood and Murborough, not on the main road but on a fork leading from Murborough to Bourdamun. At the end of this road was the main street of the Northum Bridge. The Northum Bridge spanned two mountains, with Foswood on one side and Murborough on the other. The bridge towered over the deep river below. "We mustn't let them get on the bridge. Has the target noticed us?"