Buttercup Bunny Novels & Stories

Like the whole sky is just exhaling. The orange and pink chaos is gorgeous. Behind us, Laura is arguing with the event coordinator about candle options. Cindy is trying to teach Bernie how to take “aesthetic selfies.” Vincent is lying face down on a picnic bench, moaning about “the emotional burden of being the hot one in the group.” And Brandon? Brandon is just holding my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. *** “You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks quietly. “That we should elope and use the wedding fund to buy matching bikes with sidecars for our future dogs?”

bunny then drops her baby on another chair and goes to get kitchen A few minutes later bunny comes out running with a huge chopping knife in her hand, her eyes wide and psychotic, Mia’s heart kept out of her chest seeing Bunny, she staggered back in surprise shock and wondering if all was a dream “So you want to go back to your husband and kids and enjoy your life once more right!!” Bunny shouts, her eyes twitching , the baby cries rang in the room recreating a typical horror scene “Bunny no don’t do that!!!”

“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.”

Mary smiled. “Let’s get him groomed and saddled,” Tenac said, taking a step back and letting Mary do the work. Mary soon noticed the difference between the two horses. Not only was Fizz taller and more muscular than Buttercup. But he was more curious. Buttercup had happily stood still and let Mary do what she needed to do. Fizz wanted to look and see what she was doing. He wanted to taste most things she found as he nibbled on anything she let come close to him.

When the man gets close, he takes a deep breath and smiles slightly. "Hello. What's your name?" His voice is so deep that I feel it all over my body. "I'm Sally. I'm a bunny, but not one of the Biker Bunnies. Alpha Doug bought me from my parents when I was fourteen. I'm eighteen now." I'm rambling, but I don't know what else to say.

I nodded my head, three of us went near our favorite cotton candy stall we had our favorite flavors cotton candy, later went near a claw machine, bunny is expert in this I asked her to get a rabbit, she caught it so easily like a pro, sals asked to get her a doraemon, she gave it to sals finally she got a baby girl toy, I asked "why this?" bunny blushed and said "I'm feeling like having kids now" I said "ohh, so soon I might become godmother" bunny chuckled and replied "if god helps"

We encountered peculiar creatures that joined in the madcap chase, adding to the chaos and hilarity. The Chronically Delayed Bunny, known for his impeccable ability to run late, surprisingly found a newfound speed as we evaded our pursuers. "I never thought being chased would make me so... prompt!" he exclaimed, laughing between breaths. As the chase continued, I and the bunny stumbled upon a room filled with oversized tea cups and a table piled high with cupcakes. We couldn't resist the temptation and hopped into the tea cups, spinning around in a dizzying whirl. Something was wrong about the tea! It was magical, and it was stronger than opium!

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”

she cause softly,ok this is certainly not how she wished to be woken up can't this little rascal be a little romantic , he's actually sitting comfortably on her twin peaks, who wakes someone up like that? " Good morning Mom , you've overslept already." he said with his gentle little voice,of all her three cupcakes, he's the most gentle but he is his father's carbon copy . " Honey let Mom sleep a little longer please , Mom's so tired right now ok." she rolled over hugging him very close to herself as she tried getting back to her sleep, only for another rascal to appear. " Arise and shine momma! "Little bunny said, drawing the curtains up without warning, causing her mom to be attacked by the

Oh this is just adorable. “He is called a bunny.” I told the chipmunk, hoping that it will learn something. “They can jump very high and they usually like carrots.” I saw the chipmunk’s face morphing into something like what a pervert’s face would look like as it looked at the bunny. No way...is the chipmunk...to the bunny…?