Jack Frost X Easter Bunny Novels & Stories

Chapter 36: Like the Easter Bunny Threw Up Gazing down at the kitchen table strewn with Easter detritus, Cole laughed out loud. "It looks like the Easter Bunny threw up in here." At the kitchen counter, Jenny snickered. She opened the oven and peered in at the cupcakes baking inside. Shaking her head slightly, she closed the oven door and tapped in two more minutes on the timer before she returned to her seat across from Cole.

He pulled out an apple and carved few little bunny out of it, like some Pinterest mom. I held the rusty-edged apple bunny like it was treasure, babbling thanks. Last stop: Carnival of Screams. Harlequin Rex, the Joker Monarch, always had the dumbest cravings. Today? Deep-fried Oreos. His laugh hit before I saw him. I handed over the snack, still hot. He whined about missing a carousel explosion because I was "late," then shoved a rainbow gift box into my arms. "For you! Surprise inside!" Yeah, hard pass. His "surprises" are either punching springs or exploding ink flowers.

Angry Fox murmurs something. “What was that?” Big Jim asks, cupping a hand behind his ear. “BOY PUTS ON THE CUFFS,” Angry Fox yells through the thick layers of cotton and polyurethane. “Looks like you got a date, Trent,” Big Jim says. Pink Bunny tosses the handcuffs to Trent, who catches them, before turning to Carrie crouched beside the mini-car’s front wheel. Gripping his rifle two-handed now, Pink Bunny screeches: “BOY CUFFS HIMSELF TO GIRL.”

“You have a strange sense of humor, Frost.” “And you have a great laugh,” he counters. “We make a good team.” The ease of our banter surprises me. For a moment, I forget my usual reservations and just enjoy the lighthearted exchange. It feels nice. Throughout the morning, Sebastian is everywhere. Offering to help, cracking jokes, and throwing in just the right amount of charm to keep me flustered. At one point, I’m balancing on a ladder, trying to hang a decoration, when his hand steadies me from behind.

"I don't know what to say. I wasn't exactly expecting this. All I know is Dad says it's different for each of us, and will usually be related to the holiday associated with our birth. Noel got stuck in a Christmas village. I guess getting turned into a rabbit fits with Ostara." "So the Easter bunny is really a pagan thing?" She nodded. "Ostara is the celebration of spring, and the rabbit is a classic symbol of that season." And fertility. She didn't want to bring up that part. "So, if this is all connected to the equinox, do you think you'll go back to normal after tomorrow?" Though his tone still dripped with disbelief, his voice had dropped, and Star felt the thick ridge of his erection ag

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

“They won’t find you, Lia. By the time they realize where you’ve gone, you’ll already be on a plane. A new name, a new contract. I clenched my fists, the sting of rope burn reminding me I was still here. Still fighting. “You don’t get to own me anymore.” She tilted her head, amused. “Sweetheart, I never owned you. I just knew your worth.” The sound of a lock turning made both of us freeze. Elara’s expression shifted — pleased, expectant. “Ah,” she said softly, straightening her blouse. “Right on time.” The door opened. The light flickered once, and then he stepped through — tall, dressed in a charcoal suit, his face half-hidden in the dim glow. But I knew that mask. Smooth white porcelain, p

Suddenly, the old fox glanced down at her and casually tossed her a carrot with a smirk playing at his lips. “Tell me, little bunny—am I the most handsome man you've ever met?” She caught the carrot and smiled fearlessly. “Sorry, old fox, you're not. Your ex-assistant is just a tiny bit more handsome than you—the one who fell from grace, Frost.” The old fox snorted dismissively, full of disdain. “A mere pretty face. What’s so good about that?” She took a bite of the carrot and replied, “It’s because he’s just a pretty face, that’s why he’s good-looking!”