Diana Bunny Novels & Stories

She said to herself. Diana had her shoulder rested on the edge of the door, supporting her weight. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, dressed in a silky short knicker and white crop top, which showed her navel. No earring, no makeup, just plain Diana but also simply pretty. Her most beautiful asset were her legs. She had long beautiful legs and she didn't fail to show it anytime. She was wearing her red flurry in-house slipper. Her hands were folded over chest as she was studying her. "Can't you knock?!" Linda asked her.

’ Diana thought. Meanwhile, Brietta excitedly read what was on the paper out loud, "On her 16th birthday, Diana pricked Zelle with sixteen needles! Telling Zelle that she must be like Aurora waiting for a prince!" Brietta sneered at her and sarcastically stated, "Yeah. A fairytale r*pe story. What? Wishing Zach would do you more?" Diana frowned, "You don’t know what you are talking about…." "Oh, I do!" Brietta giggled, "After Zach manipulated you to be his s*x slave, you became a nymphomaniac towards him and went jealous that you can’t get his heart! So on Zelle’s sixteenth birthday, you pricked her with sixteen poisonous needles."

Diana screams chasing me likewise. Guess some things just never change.

“Three years ago. When the car accident took my sister and brother-in-law. I was overwhelmed, buried in work. I asked you to look after her for a few days.” Diana nodded slowly. “I remember.” “She hasn’t stopped talking about you since,” Merlin added. “I miss you so much, Ms. Diana!” Emmanuella said brightly, her voice ringing like music. She lifted the teddy bear excitedly. “You gave me this bunny!” Diana’s lips trembled. “I named her Bun-Bun,” Emmanuella continued proudly. “I sleep with her every single night!” She bounced slightly on her feet. “I really, really like you, Ms. Diana.”

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

Their friends hang on the same club, that houses the stables. Walking down to the lobby, Phil greeted me. "Ms. Matthews" "Oh Phil, what am I going to do with you. It's been years. I told you my name is Lori. Please. I will be out of this building in a matter of weeks now." Phil looked sad but he nodded and call me Lori. He opened the door for me and tipped off his hat trying to look cheerful. Oh...I'm going to miss the old man. I went to the club, and straight to Lucy's office, we talk for about an hour. She actually already had a buyer for Princess, and the price was good.

“Mr. Bunny is okay, but I think he needs a new dance partner. What do you think, Lily?” Lily hesitated, her fingers gripping the bunny tightly. Then, with slow, careful movements, she reached out and placed the stuffed toy in Sienna’s hands. Sienna grinned. “That’s a yes.” With exaggerated care, she placed the bunny in the center of the play mat and started making him do another goofy dance. But this time, she lifted her gaze toward Lily. “I think Mr. Bunny would love a special dance from his best friend.” Lily’s eyes darted to Grayson, then back to Sienna. She hesitated for a moment, then—so timidly it was almost unnoticeable—she wiggled her fingers, making her own tiny stuffed cat dance be

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

“Come to think of it, Diana looks exactly like Kelvin’s dead mate. Same name too.” I let out a sharp laugh. “Come on, Vicky. Same name, sure. And they look similar. But not identical.” “I’m not going crazy, Abi.” She pulled out her phone and tapped. A grainy photo appeared, pink balloons, a birthday cake shaped like a wolf pup, and a girl with vivid green eyes and a shy smile. The caption read: Diana Jones – 14th Birthday. I took the phone and stared at it. My blood turned to ice. “I… forgot what she looked like. But that… Vicky, you’re right.”