Holiday Bunny Novels & Stories

"Thank you, both of you. It means a lot to have you here, backing us up." Just then, Saben came bounding into the room as if he could read the mood turning. He alighted his face with excitement while clutching some small stuffed animal in his hand. He let out a "Mommy! Daddy! See! Mr. Bunny wears a new shirt!" while lifting the toy with pride and brightness, much as the sunshine was going outside. Both Benedict and Sabrina turned to him, their tenseness instantly replaced with smiles. "That's a very fashionable bunny, champ," Benedict said warmly, dropping down to Saben's level before scooping him up into his arms. He spun him around once, and the little boy giggled. "He's going to need that

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.

The mansion's garden had turned into the perfect children's party scene. Colorful balloons decorated every corner, a long table overflowed with traditional Verdanian sweets. The birthday cake was shaped like a little car because it was Matt's current obsession, and it held the place of honor at the center of it all. The sound of children laughing mixed with animated adult conversations created the ideal soundtrack for celebrating my nephew's first year of life.

What had he gotten himself roped into? "Dr. Odell, right on time." Bunny had a plastic bag full of white, silk flowers over one arm. "Come over here and I'll get you set up with a glue gun." "Okay." He walked across the room to a corner table. Streamers, bits of feathers, a bowl of mini-cowbells and lots of glitter littered the table. "What is it we're doing?" "Making mums, of course." She thrust the bag into his hand. "Everyone should have a mum."

Father then grabbed his pocket watch and some emergency money before ushering us out of the lodge. The outside air was fresh and wild; the clouds above were gray and thick and full of snow, which also coated the earth in soft, inviting sheets. Our surroundings were imperceptible, save for the silhouettes carved under the nearby, burning lamplights. I faintly recognized horses standing a few feet away, harnessed to a large carriage. A man with a Russian accent, most likely the coachman, spoke. "Where are you folks headed?" "The royal palace. Tonight is the Belikovs' annual ball," Father said.

"To Walmart?" "Why not? It'll get me away from the computer for a little bit so I'm not stalking my email for the transcripts. And it'll give the kids a change of scenery. You know they love walking up and down the Easter aisle. Giant inflatable bunnies are the best thing to ever happen to this holiday." Half an hour later, after pottying everyone, changing the last of the diapers, and getting everyone safely to the store, I'm pushing the cart as we meander through the aisles, looking at decorations.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy Birthday to you!" The loud birthday song was heard inside the mansion. Many people gathered inside and out as the party began. There were lots of balloons and flowers. Aling Linda and the other servants were busy welcoming the other visitors. "Blow your candle Selene, and make a wish!" Daniela happily uttered while staring at Selene, who was celebrating her seventh birthday. She becomes the apple of the eyes of everyone in her red balloon dress. Her fair skin glowed because of that.

Luna mischievously tied an eye mask around Hilda's eyes and it was instantly pitch back for the latter. Luna led Hilda to grope the presents that everybody had prepared for her. She could have been 40 years old, but everybody still treated her as the beloved princess. Hence, she would receive a huge pile of gifts every year. Well, I think this year's birthday isn't as boring as before, but I'm sure that the presents are similar to the past. To begin with, the first thing is a puppy, it must be from Sonnia because she gives me cats and dogs every birthday. I bet her pet shop's sales haven't been doing well this year.

My name was Michael Xander, and I worked as the HR manager for a multinational corporation. With the holidays approaching, I decided to take my girlfriend on a trip to unwind. We had been dating for nearly three months, but she often complained that I was too busy and rarely spent time with her. Occasionally, she would even hint at breaking up over that. So, I spontaneously booked us on a tour for quality time together. During the journey, Sophie could not stop smiling and, in a rare gesture, hugged me tightly, planting a few sweet kisses on my cheek.

Hailey took it with a smile. Although Christian was sitting down, he almost fell off the deck at Hailey’s words. “Are you really telling me you feel you’re celebrating New Year’s right now in these circumstances?” Hailey waved the flare in her hand and looked at the large fireworks bursting in the sky. She chuckled and said, “I only play with flares during New Year’s. Don’t they also have fireworks shows during the Lantern Festival every year?” Christian wanted to cry. He thought his idea was romantic. Why did it seem like the atmosphere had gone wrong?