Chel Hell Bunny Novels & Stories

’ His bond which was sound asleep a few minutes ago sent a message through telepathy. The white-furred monsters ran past him and he felt something more dangerous approach. He immediately held on to the hilt of his dagger. ‘This monster isn’t supposed to be here.’ Dio agreed with his bond’s words. The monster approaching was a white-furred bunny with blood-red eyes and red lines along its body. It might look harmless but it gave off a vicious air around it. “I never expected a devil bunny in the shallow parts of the middle floors.” Dio smirked as he pulled his twin daggers.

We burst into cheers, and Steele winks at our section as he coasts past. He knows how to play the crowd. And off they go again. Back and forth. Back and forth. Willow returns with two beers, and I gulp one down. It doesn’t quite quench my thirst or hose down my nerves, but it helps. A little. She pulls her flask and takes a swig from the metal mouth, then chases it with the beer. I stare at her, but she just shrugs. “Liquid courage.” “To do what?” She winks. “Approach Knox, of course. Why do you think all the puck bunnies go to the bar and drape themselves across the players? Because they have all that excess energy…”

Damon I don’t stop fingering her, but my movements slow, my senses sharpening. The sound comes again, closer this time, a low, keening wail that doesn’t belong to any animal I know. It’s too deep, too wrong, like something from the pits of Hell trying to claw its way into our world. But fuck if I’m going to let it ruin this.

I’m crying like a baby but my cunt is loving every second. Chandler’s free hand shoved the soaked fabric of the bunny bottom completely aside, exposing my dripping pussy to the cool air. Two thick fingers speared into my cunt without mercy, curling hard and rough against that spongy spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes and my toes curl instantly. “Six—oh my god—seven!” I cried out, hips jerking back involuntarily, chasing the brutal stretch of his fingers even as the belt kept falling.

Zalakai watched after him for a moment before the doors opened on their own. "Time to face the music." He grumbled as he headed inside and the doors slammed behind him. Chandeliers hang up high in the main hall, the dim light barely spread through the entirety of the space. Shadows loomed around every corner as he made his way through the hall to another set of large, heavy wooden doors. Groans drew his attention to two Zombies with silver chains wrapped around their necks. The chains glowed eerily for a moment and forced the undead creatures to open the doors for him. The doors creaked loudly and gave way to a large throne room beyond them. A crimson carpet laid out beneath his feet and str

Lucien shrugged leading the way back towards the manor. The summer had certainly arrived which added one more complication to Kade's already very complicated life. The Hellhounds were about to crown their new Luna and, as beta, Kade needed to be there. He couldn't ask his friends to delay the ceremony and he couldn't not go. He had hoped to have Thalia by his side but that was proving less and less likely as every minute passed and he was still no closer to finding his mate. He was grateful (to a degree) to be getting help from Lucien, but he seemed to lack any urgency.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

There is writing on the wall, written with what looks like real blood. A DARK NIGHT SUDDENLY LIT WITH FIRE, A SILENT NIGHT SUDDENLY FILLED WITH SCREAMS, HOW DID YOU ESCAPE THE GRASP OF DEATH, OH YOU LITTLE ONE, WHO SHOULD BE NEXT?

He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle. I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it. "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant. "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection. The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.

He needs to back off and leave me the hell alone. I start Sally up again, turn on her air, and pull onto Cactus Road heading east to I-17 south. I then take Dunlap east to 7th Avenue, turn left and backtrack north to Hatcher. It’s the quickest route. Terry the Fairy’s office is off Hatcher on the side of a strip mall in Sunnyslope’s Wendell Police District. It’s how I know Terry. This is the district I worked. There are some decent areas in Sunnyslope, but it’s mostly known for its eclectic crazies. I say eclectic because where else can you find a large community of homeless individuals with animal companions. Not just dogs either. Mama Kane has a goat and Cucumber Bill has a desert tortoise