Holiday Bunny Novels & Stories

"And maybe play some Scrabble. Don’t worry." "And, erm, this is a huge favor, but could you arrange for someone to buy decorations for Alvin’s room? He wants a haunted house theme, and I’m planning to be Bloody Mary," I said. "Of course," Julian replied. "But how about slipping in a little werewolf theme? Wouldn’t that be exciting?" "Mmm... Okay. I’ll trust you with that," I said. With that settled, I headed off.

The cold winter wind blew through Eve’s hair, as her mother, Holly, smiled affectionally at the small girl. She was so beautiful in every way, Holly thought. She would always think that. Holly chose the name Eve for her daughter because she had always believed the eve of every holiday was the most exciting day. Holly went to bed full of joy on Christmas Eve, ready to open her presents. The night before easter she would waste her time until she fell asleep thinking of all the possible little nooks and crannies the easter bunny would hide delicious eggs for her to find in the morning. Holly was no longer a little girl, but her love for the holidays never faded, and the only thing she looked fo

“What? It’s my house. I wasn’t going to let the lighting system have more authority than I did.” Sebastian held out his hand. “Enter it later in the study. Not here.” “Why not here?” “Because our daughter is listening.” Our daughter. Poppy didn’t care. She was busy trying to turn the seven flashcard into a hat for Bunny. Poppy held Bunny up with the flashcard balanced on top of her head. “Look. Bunny is number seven now.” “Bunny looks like a victim of the education system,” I said. “Bunny is brave.”

He lowered his head and whispered, "Mommy, I can't wake Daddy up. Can you give me your feather pen?" Wendy's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively asked, "What do you mean, you can't wake him? Didn't he just donate 400 ml of blood—" "Wendy!" Hudson interrupted her just in time. Wendy turned, her face full of surprise. "What's wrong?" Sensing her confused gaze, Hudson stiffened and awkwardly changed the subject. "Today's Christmas Eve. If Terry stays out too late, Elijah will definitely worry. It's just a feather pen. Just give it to him. Don't go ruining their Christmas."

This upcoming event fills me with anticipation, excitement, and a overwhelming sense of happiness that I can hardly contain. I woke up bright and early on Christmas Eve morning, feeling refreshed and eager to start the day. I began with some light yoga to stretch and center myself, followed by a hearty breakfast to energize for the day ahead. I greeted John with a cheerful 'Good morning,' and he responded warmly, wishing me the same. He also confirmed that he would pick me up around five o'clock in the evening. Although it was still quite early, I knew I had to start preparing myself for the festivities and get everything ready for the celebration. I couldn't help but feel an increasing sens

“Then I’m a bad liar and so are you.” --- The puck bunny appeared at 11:07. She materialized the way puck bunnies always materialized at hockey-house parties—not walking, not approaching, just *arriving*, as if the building had a ventilation system that pumped them in through the ducts when the alcohol level reached a certain threshold. Blonde. Tight black dress that was more suggestion than garment. Heels that made no sense in a basement with a piss pool. Eyes that moved across the room with the practiced efficiency of a scanner looking for the highest-value target.

Neo turned to me and gave me a pitiful look. "Run while you have the chance. I give you a month, and their madness will forever be imprinted in your head. Just take me for example," "I'm pretty sure you are the crazy one, Mr. We wash cars with bleach, not detergent," Starliss scoffed. The faint tint that appeared on his face later told a hidden, embarrassing story. "Shut up." He murmured. "Ooh, yes! Zayne, tell me. Do you agree the Easter bunny is the mother of Santa and bore him to the tooth fairy? And do you also agree that Christmas is to show his love for his wife, Frankie?"

"Merry Christmas, Jacob," Joy whispered, her voice a soft tremble as she leaned against the doorframe of her festively decked apartment. Twinkling lights draped the hallway, casting a warm glow on her shy smile. The new blonde neighbor, with her golden waves cascading over a tight red sweater that hugged her curves, had been a mystery since moving in next door. But tonight, under the mistletoe she'd hung just for this, she invited him in, along with her boyfriend, Sean, who loomed behind her like a protective shadow, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.

The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the energy of a hundred wolves gathered in the clearing, their eyes fixed on the alpha who stood at the center. The night was dark, save for the flickering light from the campfire that cast long shadows over the tense faces of the pack. Leora stood on the edge of the group, her heart pounding, her breath shallow in the crisp air. She was 17 now, but soon—on her 18th birthday—the true nature of her bond to the alpha would be revealed. It was a bond she didn’t understand, a connection that terrified her in its intensity.

We can leave right after. She was stunned for a moment. “Why do we still have to go? Didn’t we already visit before New Year's?” She had never liked interacting with my family. Over the years, I had gone home less and less because of her. This time, I did not budge. “We haven’t spent the holidays with them in five years. It won’t be right if we skip it again.” Her expression darkened, but she did not argue. She just lowered her head and ate in silence.