Honey Bunny Books Novels & Stories

She concentrated, watching it drip with the salty water. Clearing my throat, I wanted to know more about my bunny. Even if she was just sitting in her home all day, what did she exactly do besides studying? “Bunny, what’s your favorite color?” The most cliché questions came to mind as she spout them of one by one. Of course, it was a rainbow because she loved every color. Uriel’s goal in life was to teach. She loved learning, and she loved books. Teaching other children what she knew seemed like the logical thing for her. The questions became deeper and the few things she wanted in her life were so simple and boring one would think she was crazy.

I moved completely into the room and settled beside the children, offering them both a smile. “Hi honey. What are you both up to?” I asked even when I could see clearly what they were doing. “We drawing bunnies, but Simon is making the eaws small.” I laughed at that. There were just some things that would never change. Like Jessy’s love for big bunny ears and that was very comforting. Greyson had of course fueled her bunny love by getting her lots of different bunny toys and had even gone ahead to promise the four years old a real bunny.

I was always too worried to catch anyone's unwanted attention. My mother had paraded me around like a prized mare after the contract was signed. The revealing gowns and ostentatious regalia she insisted on during parties and festivities were nauseating. I turned back to the dishes working on a pot. “I’ve read that, have you read Watership Down,” I asked. He snorted. “Isn’t that the one about the bunnies,” he said with mild disgust. “Yes, but it may tickle your fancy. If you like books about politics, it's got a lot of political leadership philosophy .” I offered. He made another grimace as if the mere idea of a story about rabbits was absurd. 'Tickle your fancy? Really Bri? Get a grip girl.'

There was a book and a pen on the coffee table, though, which was something. Crystal leaned over, picked it up, and was disappointed to discover that it wasn't a diary or journal. The title on the book's jacket read: Howard's Amazing Adventure- and according to the back cover, the book told the story of an alien rabbit that had accidentally broken into the earth. Crystal picked up the book, turned a few pages randomly, and finally put it down indifferently.

Lily "Oh! This is so good!" Jibee commented, tasting all the chicken dishes prepared just for her "I'm glad that you liked the food. Lily personally requested that for you." Daddy said to Jibee "Aww. My Lily is so sweet." Jibee was about to kiss my cheek when Jenny stopped her "She’s off limits." Jenny smiled at her playfully "Jenny is a possessive girlfriend." Jibee stuck her tongue out "Girlfriend?" Daddy's eyes gloom "Is that true, princess?"

That afternoon, Anne got the locksmith to replace the lock. When she was about to go downstairs to get her kids, she heard footsteps at the door—followed by knocking on the door. "Little bunnies are back! Mama, please open up!" "Open up!" "We are back!" Anne was amused. She asked behind the door, "How many bunnies are there?" "Three!" Anne grinned and opened the door. The three bunnies pounced on her. Charlie hopped right onto her thigh and even attempted to climb upward, very cheeky.

“Daddy Josh, I will be okay.” Honey wore a thick knit hat, her hospital clothes looked big on her body, but she looked so cute. “I know baby, I know.” Josh felt sad but let out a laugh and kissed Honey’s forehead. Honey took the book on the table again and handed it to Josh. “Daddy, can you read a story for me?”

Although the moon rabbit kittens were adorable, they were also crazy about carrots. Skree! It was a horrible sound to hear as baby bunnies died. The unluckier ones died in their bubbles, while the luckier monsters managed to touch the ground for a few seconds before they became meat pastes or skewers, depending on who they met first. Oritha’s Boomerang cut down many floating bunnies. Her amplified giant strength created sonic booms with every throw. Yet, the number of invaders could not keep up with the speed and ferocity of the defenders.

"Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!" She held up the book James had given her—a first edition "Winnie the Pooh." "Good choices," I said. We read all four. Luna insisted on reading parts herself—which meant reciting from memory since she couldn't actually read yet. "The very hungry caterpillar ate one apple... but he still hungry!" "That's right, baby girl." After stories, tucking her in, kisses goodnight, we turned on her nightlight. "Mama stay?" she asked. "Mama is right next door. I'll check on you in a little bit."

She patted his head like he was her oversized baby, repeating herself when Damian shook his head happily. "What's that?" He lay down, wrapping his arms around her legs. He moved her hand from her belly to his head. "Tell me." 'God, baby, your dad is jealous of you.' As she stroked his hair, she began telling the tale. "It's a children's story. You really don't know it, love? It's about a rabbit who races against a turtle." The book she was holding was a collection of classic fables-popular bedtime stories or early reading practice for preschoolers. The short text, accompanied by bright illustrations, made it easy for kids to enjoy.