Dust Bunny Books Novels & Stories

I swear their eyes are about ready to pop out of their heads when we remove our helmets, and they see we're women. "Guys, these are the Biker Bunnies. They're doctors and nurses; they've come to help. This is Anya; she's my mate." Jordan puts his arm over my shoulders, and the sparks make me shiver. Dallas walks over to Sydney expectantly. She looks at me, and I smile when she rolls her eyes.

Not rushing in and out between visits. Not disappearing for hours. Home. By Thursday morning she'd decided this was the greatest thing that had ever happened. "Dada!" Roman looked up from his coffee. Lillie immediately held out a book. "Again?" The toddler nodded enthusiastically. Roman sighed dramatically. "The bunny has already been on this adventure six times." Lillie shoved the book into his chest. Clearly the bunny was going again. Across the room Daisy laughed. The sound felt lighter than it had in weeks. She was curled up on the couch beneath a blanket.

"I think we need some more practice, don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Clara." ------------ ---------------- A week later . . . ------------ ---------------- Bunny was trying really hard not to laugh as they pulled into a Rent-A-Storage facility near Dublin, Georgia. For the entire trip, she had been picking up the brown paper sack next to Shamira's seat, showing it to her, and grinning like a madman. A peanut-butter sandwich, some applesauce, a now-empty blood pack, and a banana.

Only his heavily tattooed arms and neck gave away the bad-boy side to the deadly beast underneath. “Bunny, the tech-wiz.” “Hi!” Bunny instantly waved back, a wide grin splitting his lips. Bunny was the kind of person you’d expect to find in a grandma’s basement. A little chubby, but not overly so, and a face that made all the girls swoon. He had kind, blue eyes, a killer smile, and with sandy blond hair, he was practically irresistible. Despite being patched in, he was the youngest patched member there was, even younger than some of the prospects. But he’d proven his worth to the club on more than just one occasion. No, he couldn’t shoot straight to save his life and he didn’t know a bolt fr

A lot. We had to look some of the businesses on our phones to find out their purpose. There were purchases from lingerie shops and women's clothing stores. The ones that freaked me out were the more recent charges of B D S M stores and se8x shops. Large purchases which probably meant equipment. The man was building a dungeon. And I'll bet anything the dungeon was being built, especially for Kylie. If I could lock her away until he was found, I would.

Dust particles danced in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, creating an ethereal ambiance. Eying a specific shelf covered in a thin layer of dust, Joseph couldn't resist the allure of exploration. His fingers traced the spines of neglected books, each one a silent witness to the passage of years. With a gentle pull, Joseph selected a dusty tome, feeling the weight of its untold stories in his hands.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

As a matter of fact, if not because of the artificial light coming from crystal pearls that illuminated the area, the place will be dark. Since she was intending on checking all of the books on the shelves, Audrey started picking up the books, section by section. "Nero, help me to look for information at these books." She said as she put a pile of books before her cat. As soon as she put down the books at the table, a cloud of dust raised in the air. 'Cough! Cough! Cough!' Both Audrey and Nero coughed hard as the cloud of dust raised from the books. [Who is the librarian of this place?! They need to be called out! Look at how thick those dust accumulations already are?!!! Are they planning t

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

Inside, snuggled between my maths and biology book, was a slip of white paper. It read. “Welcome to the dungeon fag.”