Kyouka Bunny Novels & Stories

I nodded my head, three of us went near our favorite cotton candy stall we had our favorite flavors cotton candy, later went near a claw machine, bunny is expert in this I asked her to get a rabbit, she caught it so easily like a pro, sals asked to get her a doraemon, she gave it to sals finally she got a baby girl toy, I asked "why this?" bunny blushed and said "I'm feeling like having kids now" I said "ohh, so soon I might become godmother" bunny chuckled and replied "if god helps"

swatting at his hands as she leaned away, trying to catch her breath. Just then, a soft rustle echoed near the edge of their blanket. Kaliyah turned her head, her eyes widening when she spotted a small, fluffy white bunny next to them. "Oh my goodness," she gasped, smiling brightly. "It’s so cute!" She reached out slowly, and the bunny, surprisingly calm, allowed her to lift it gently into her arms. "Look," she said, holding it out toward Levi. "It’s so fluffy and soft!" She nuzzled the bunny against her cheek, and it nestled into her touch, clearly enjoying the affection.

Then she washed the dishes and went back to her room. Now, she's really ready to call it a freakin' night. She unfolded her blanket and warm herself up with it. Mizuko smiled, tomorrow is her 20th birthday, or should she say, today since it's past midnight. "Happy Birthday to you, self," Mizuko murmurs as she closed her eyes. When Mizuko had finally fallen into a slumber, a round fluffy cotton-like thing appeared in mid-air. It has small legs and feet like a cartoon fat bunny and its ears are like of those Scottish fold cats. Also, it has the cutest round puppy eyes that makes you in awe.

When the man gets close, he takes a deep breath and smiles slightly. "Hello. What's your name?" His voice is so deep that I feel it all over my body. "I'm Sally. I'm a bunny, but not one of the Biker Bunnies. Alpha Doug bought me from my parents when I was fourteen. I'm eighteen now." I'm rambling, but I don't know what else to say.

I feel a pit in my stomach, not recognizing any of them. I look up at Liam for help, shocked to find him watching me with curious eyes. When I glare at him, he tries not to laugh and gives me a cheeky look, “Did I tell you that you’re also the Luna of my pack? We made it official right before your accident.” I laugh. “Okay, this dream is getting so weird right now...” “It’s not a dream,” Liam says. “This is reality, Aurora.” My eyes narrow, and I hiss, “My name is Phoebe...”

Her voice is shaky as she speaks, giving away that he is not very good at lying. So her name is Bunny, interesting. I heard Zayn call her that when he had my shirt balled in his fits, but it just did not seem like a name that suits her. She is fierce and fiery, while the name BUNNY is soft and quiet. Exact opposites. “Is he supposed to be here?” Bunny skips the greetings and asks straight away as she points at me. “Umm, yeah, sure. Of course,” She replies as she plays with the necklace on her neck nervously.

I asked. She ran away from the bed, then ran to the corner. She came back with a bunny in her hands, then she shoved it in my face. I knew it would cause a lot of menace. Ever since Lucian gave her a bunny, I had been caring for two living things, but the bunny before me was totally different from the one Lucian had brought for her this time. This was one grey and much smaller. “Why, how?” “Momo has a best friend now. I saw her run into the pack, so I took her. Mummy, see, I now have two bunnies.”

I called him immediately, thanked him for the previous day, and asked for Kieran’s number, saying I had an important message to pass to him. He sent the number under a minute. The little girl was still looking stunned and stood by the door, looking scared like she was going to cry. I put up my sweetest smile. "Hello, darling. I'm Bonnie. My name is Bonita but everyone calls me Bonnie. What about you?" “Are you a bunny?" She asked in a small whisper as if we were in a conspiracy. I smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I'm a big bunny." I made a small demo, flapping my hands behind my ears and she giggled.

Poppy’s bangs still fell across her forehead like a tiny curtain refusing discipline. “Bunny,” Poppy mumbled. I took the thin blanket from the back of the sofa, the one the crew had prepared earlier for “ocean trauma.” I spread it over Bunny and tucked the edge beneath the doll’s long ear. “Bunny is covered.” Poppy inspected the work with one eye half-closed. “She can’t be too warm. She’ll get arrogant.” “Bunny doesn’t have feelings.” “Mommy, you’re not romantic.” I sighed.

The bubbly young blond with her bright blue eyes greeted us with enthusiasm. "Hi! I'm Erin!" Her words tumbled out quickly as she came bouncing up to us.