Jack Frost X Easter Bunny Novels & Stories

Hazel wandered into the garden, where her newfound rabbit friend eagerly awaited its morning treat. She offered a handful of vegetables, particularly favoring the carrots. Wyatt's voice, unexpectedly close, made her turn. He held two coffee mugs in his hands. "So you two have become friends," he remarked, kneeling beside her. Hazel cradled the bunny in her hands, rubbing its nose affectionately. Wyatt issued a playful warning, "Be careful; it might just bite your nose."

Each milestone, big or small, brought them closer to the reality of becoming parents. One afternoon, as they were browsing a baby store, Estonia spotted a small, stuffed bunny on one of the shelves. Its soft fur and floppy ears made her smile, and she couldn’t resist picking it up. "Look at this, Travis," she said, holding the bunny up for him to see. "Isn’t it adorable?" Travis grinned, reaching out to gently squeeze one of the bunny’s ears. "It is. I can already see Grace cuddling with it." Estonia’s heart swelled at the thought. "Let’s get it for her. I want her to have something special from us, something she can hold onto as she grows up."

It was agony not knowing, but I busied myself with my duties. Opening the door, I felt the coldness hit me. It was like a freezer in here, and only Healing-Frost and the egg could handle the temperature. Putting aside my discomfort, I move over to Healing-Frost and look down at the constantly wiggling egg. “It is so close to hatching now,” Healing-Frost said as she looked down at me. There was silence for a moment before she shifted into a more human form. Her long, snow-white hair reached her knees and fell in graceful natural curls. Her eyes were an icy blue and her skin was almost as pale as her hair.

And I mechanically covered cookies in frosting, too aware of Derek across the table. "This one's for you, Dad," Sophie said, holding up a star cookie. "Because you're the best." "Thanks, sweetheart. I'll treasure it forever." They smiled at each other, this easy father-daughter affection that made my chest ache. This was what I was threatening. What kind of person was I? "I need some air," I said abruptly, setting down my frosting. I grabbed my coat and escaped outside. The cold air hit my face like a slap. My phone buzzed. Derek.

Or Skylar always takes her toys away. I gave the pink bunny to Ethan. He started reciting a spell. In a minute, the bunny started floating in the air. We both hopped into his car. That's when I noticed, he wasn't alone. He came with a very stunning blonde woman. The bunny started moving and Ethan started following it.

He lies comfortably on my arm, he makes me think of Bruce, and all of a sudden I miss him. As Cassy sees me from a distance, I see her face light up. She seems eager to see the bunny properly. I get to them, and her face spreads with smiles, and she can not get her eye off the bunny on my arms. I try giving Kelvin the bunny, but he flinches and hits the back of his leg on the bench. “Seriously?” I say.

Only when Ryder allowed her to punch Midnight if he tried something funny (even though she was pretty sure such a thing wouldn't happen for some unknown reason) did Jasmine agree. By the time the sky got dark and the stars sprinkled all over it, Ryder had finished making a white rabbit for Jasmine and a black wolf for Remy. The stuffed animals weren't top-notch. They were simple designs, just a big head with two large eyes and a small body, but this only made the stuffed animals look cuter.

My babies, who had looked at me like I was a stranger. I unlocked the phone. He didn’t even set a password. I took a slow breath and swallowed the cold water from the glass beside me, trying to steady myself. Then I went through his contacts. My name wasn’t there. Not “mate.” Not “wife.” Not even “Clara.” But Frost’s chat sat at the top. I opened it. Photo after photo.Frost smiling, wearing a gold birthday crown, holding my children in her arms. The twins clung to her, faces bright, while he stood behind them—his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

“Oh yes I did Jackson Hayes!” Frost peered over my shoulder at who it was and I felt his body relax when he saw that it was only Maya. I had noticed since he had that pull yesterday, he has been unusually jumpy. I couldn’t blame him though. I looked back at Maya who then gasped dramatically. “Oh my God,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “He’s cute. Like… unfairly cute.” I rolled my eyes. “Behave.” “I am behaving,” she said sweetly, then leaned closer to Frost. “You ready for your first fireworks festival?”

“It is very beautiful. A firebird egg. I always knew that your spirit was strong. I can feel your soul in the egg, so full of potential. You will be the kindest goddess of all.” “And you will be the crankiest Father Frost the world has ever known.” Morozko laughed. “There is already a Father Frost. It is Jack Frost in English, technically. Like that awful Soviet film. There is already a Big Frost and he is Ded Moroz.”