Holiday Bunny Novels & Stories

I hear there's going to be dancing later. "Dancing?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "What kind of dancing?" "The best kind, of course." Goodman said with a mischievous grin. "The kind that makes you forget your troubles and just enjoy the moment." "I like the sound of that." May June said. "Let's get this party started!" "Wait, wait. " Goodman said mysteriously. " This is a Halloween party after all. There's supposed to be some scary stories told. " "Hey, I never said we were." Goodman said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I just thought it would be fun. Something to get us in the Halloween spirit."

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

Not yet. Ethan turned; his face painted with the kind of smile that would fool most people. He knelt down to Hazel’s level, his hand reaching out to brush her curls. "Wow, sweetheart, that’s a fine-looking bunny you’ve got there," he said, his voice warm, affectionate. Too affectionate. I could see the nails digging into the fabric, her lips pursed into a thin line. She felt it, too-something was wrong. Hazel grinned, wholly oblivious to the crackling of tension around her. She hefted up the stuffed toy higher. "His name is Mr. Floppy! Wanna hold him?"

Black-clad bodyguards stood at the entrance, blocking anyone without clearance. Halsey soon spotted Gilbert. Gilbert was no longer just the high school heartthrob; he was now the true heir apparent. Tonight, he wore a black shirt and matching pants, seated in the main spot on the sofa. Around him gathered prominent young figures from the Capital, all there to celebrate his birthday. Soon, a group of bunny girls appeared. They wore revealing outfits, each sporting a pair of bunny ears on their heads. Young and beautiful, their eyes sparkled as they looked at Gilbert with unmistakable admiration.

"Want everything." "Then let's plan for everything." She pulled the papers closer. "New Year's Day. We tell my father together. We're prepared for anger, for hurt, for rejection. But we're also united. We don't apologize for loving each other. We just ask him to try to understand." "And if he can't?" "Then we move forward anyway. Together." Nelson stared at the calendar, and January first circled in red. Their deadline. Their declaration of independence.

He held up a slip of ugly gray—the Receipt of Kindness they had filled last night; grease kissed the corner. “For the officiant,” he said. “Minta takes jam, not bribes,” Evelyn said, tying the red scarf badly on purpose. “Clause Twelve covers both,” he said, and because joy is a civic act in this house, they laughed. They had chosen Tuesday breakfast. They did not announce it; they put on the kettle. Isolde set the cups with the precision that offends gods and delights cities. Maera sat with a knife across her knees like a cat and practiced heckling under her breath. The ferry-woman arrived smelling of river and mercy and put her ledger on the chair as if it could be a witness. Rooke’s matri

She said I could never return the money. Unbelievable. She'd go this far? This was unbelievable. I lowered myself even further and explained my situation to my relatives. I promised I would pay them back. All I asked for was a little help. They still refused. Some of them even blocked me. And that was it. I had no way out, so I slumped onto the hospital bench. … We'd skipped going back to Selcia for Christmas for two years. Her parents were starting to miss her. So, to surprise Wendy and make up for the last two years, I took her parents to Halton, where we were living. We wanted to have a Christmas together as a family.

I hated his guts for betraying me, but I couldn't find it in me to throw those letters away, so I kept them. We had this ritual where we'd write a letter to Santa asking for a gift. Of course we knew Santa wasn't real, but it was our thing. We'd sneak off when the other wasn't looking and check each other's letters and surprise each other with whatever we'd asked for. “I was right, Mommy, it is him,” Lucien said, looking from the photograph in his hand and back up to Ryan, before stopping at the last step as he stared at the picture and then at Ryan, who was now staring back at Lucien. He rushed to stand in front of Ryan, tilting his head back as he looked at the tall man, before raising his

But I didn’t blame them because they were in a way, new to the neighborhood and had just been there for almost a month now. “Nice to meet you, Gene.” Bunny stood to her feet and closed the distance between her and me. “Is that a basket of sweets I see?” She wiggled her eyebrows, causing me to laugh. “Uh oh. The sweets monster isn’t going to let that basket survive!” Hamish laughed as he stood up too and approached Bunny and me. “If I knew you guys loved sweets, I would have brought more than one basket,” Gene said nicely. I handed the basket to Bunny and touched Gene’s shoulder. “Oh, please. It’s okay. Thank you very much.”

Else she was the strongest among them. "Yeah..." Iris wiped her tears and gave a small nod to Hailey. "There is a surprise for you," Hailey said, pulling Iris in a bone-crushing hug. "And what is that?" Iris laughed a little, breaking the hug. "Dumbo. If I tell you how would the surprise remain?" Time passed Iris kept her stuff ready before leaving the room. Hailey double-checked everything and shut the door behind them after coming out of their room.