Dust Bunny Books Novels & Stories

“Come look at this.” I wrapped the blanket tighter and joined him. Outside, in the glow of the lantern light spilling through the glass, a small white rabbit hopped through the deep snow near the cabin wall. It paused, ears twitching, then dug at something under the drift. “Just a rabbit,” Ethan said, voice warm with relief. He set the poker down and turned to me. “Scared the hell out of us over a damn bunny.” I laughed, the sound was shaky. “I thought someone followed us up here. Ryan or… I don’t know.”

Rex said, lowering his head, the words Buckins used cut a little deeper than expected, he had started to become a little spoilt, throwing the royalty word around a bit lately to get his own way. “Very good, the shelves are that way” Buckins said, his mood lifting a little at Rex’s words, bouncing off with a quiet whistle to fetch the books he needed for Rex’s lesson. Huffing a little, Rex gripped his duster and made for the rows he was instructed to dust off, after ten minutes, the task had already become mind-numbing, so to make it easier for him to complete the task, Rex started looking at the book covers he was cleaning. Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

A marriage without choice. A life built on obligation. Love suffocated by control. I walked out before he could say another word. The hallway felt longer than usual. Every step echoing. I drove straight to Damien’s bar. The only place that didn’t feel like a cage. Neon lights. Low music. The kind of environment where problems blurred at the edges. I found Damien in his private suite. “Hey,” I said as I entered. He looked up. “You look like hell.” I sank into a chair"

Sienna managed, her own voice sounding thin and reedy to her ears. Daisy’s eyes, the color of a summer sky after rain, swept over Sienna. They didn’t skim; they saw. They took in Sienna’s carefully arranged chestnut bob, her tasteful navy trench coat, and the subtle pearl studs in her ears. A small, knowing smile touched Daisy’s lips, as if she could see the entire quiet tragedy of Sienna’s life written in her polite posture. “He wouldn’t order the book,” Daisy said, jerking her thumb back toward the store. “Said it was ‘too niche.’ It’s a graphic novel about queer surrealist poets in the 1920s. How is that niche? It’s essential.”

I never said that Hector could be like that. He's scary but I'm not scared by him. After eating I continued to the room and bathed before lying in bed. I posted a picture of our movie tickets on my story and now I just noticed that Bunny has a message shovel on it. From Bunny, I wish I could go on a date. I urge a smile, she's an artist she doesn't really have time to date. I know he can't read it but I'm still struggling. To Bunny, You will someday.

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

The seed soon turned into a Steele vine tree that wrapped around the empty air that he was just standing in. Milton had no time to react to Azure Dragon's plight as he was in a tough spot himself. There was a bunny, as cute and fluffy as bunnies come. It hopped around his desert carefree as if it was strolling through a meadow. Milton's distress came from the fact that wherever the white bunny touched, he would lose his connection with that patch of sand. It would turn directly into snow and blow away with the wind, it was unbelievable. The bunny spat out some white liquid and it seeped into the sea. Soon Ryan who he had trapped in the sand emerged with his Desert King. The Desert Crawler wa

Both options felt equally disturbing. I closed the book and slid it back into place. My breathing still refused to cooperate. My feet carried me to another shelf. I needed something that had nothing to do with me or corporate sins. Turned out the next shelf was full of children's books. Picture books about dinosaurs, trucks, cats. A whole series about a little hero with a lion mask. One of Ash's stickers clung crooked on one of the spines. I pulled one out. The first page already looked a little worn. In the corner of the page, there was a small scribble in blue marker. Definitely not Zane's handwriting. Big, wobbly letters.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?