Lola Bunny Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“As we all know I am Lola Adeyemo. I am well known for my scrutiny and the best at the game” “Best”? Bluey scoffed loudly, maybe Amanda should get someone more authentic. She said to herself. “Just now after taking a close look at both designs I noticed it was exactly the same. In fact I could say you made an original from an original. Every single detail was the same. Kudos to you ma'am”. Lola sounded more professional and the fear and u certainty in her eyes a while ago was gone. “However, I noticed something different about the signature and that can only be detected with microscopic eyes like mine. However in order to be sure I put on a little show. And you fell for it”.

"I wish I looked like you." "Oh, come on," Erin ambled her way to Lola's bed, lowering herself on the soft mattress, saying, " You do look like me. I mean, we are sisters, and you even look better than I do." Lola creased her brows into a frown, shaking her head in protest, "You are a slimy liar." "No, I am not." Erin's voice went a notch higher than it was meant to. "Your beauty is out of this universe. Look at those hips, bosom, ass, lips, eyes, and skin like that of a doll."

so how come I am getting that same kind of feeling but in an even stronger version of it, for a completely different girl, sure they had a similar body structure but facially and character wise, they were completely different and opposite to each other. In my eyes, this bunny's looks was more than that of a princess, more than even that of a queen, she looked more like something divine, that was the best way to qualify her, my little divine bunny sent from the bossom of the Moon Goddess with the looks fit for a mini Goddess. Everything about her held me spell bound from her eyes which were a captivating green that I could spend all morning and night looking deeply into, to her pointed nose a

He noticed and laughed, then goes to say something when his gaze went over my head. I furrowed my brows, wondering what he's looking at when I turned to see Lola, rubbing her eyes. My eyes go wide at her appearance. Moving to her side, I began fussing over her examining her body. "Lola, are you ok?" She looked like she was run over by a ten-wheeled truck. Her hair is unkempt, which never happens since Lola is known to be the Queen of glam. Her make-up smudged and nearly half of her maje-up was erased.

The soft music that was playing over the speakers stops, and I sit upright when a fucking vision carrying an acoustic guitar walks over the stage. "See!" Shane smiles widely. She hasn't even opened her mouth yet, and I'm already entranced. Lola is a tiny thing with a mass of dark curls running all the way down to her ass that is dressed simply in a black dress with a white shirt thrown over it. She wears thigh-high black boots, the heels giving her some height. But it's her face that has me mesmerized. Unblemished alabaster skin teases between her boots and the dress.

I whisper, adjusting the blanket around Leyla’s surprise basket for the third time, “no yelling, no running, and no licking anything.” “Who licks things?” River deadpans, slouching along with her brand-new purple bunny slung over her shoulder like it’s survived a war. One ear is missing a chunk, and one eye is literally stitched into an X like a mildly cursed voodoo doll. She loves it. Of course she does. Two steps in front, Lili, clutching a white bunny in sequin-studded bootleg jeans, a rainbow tutu, and a sparkly unicorn crop top, walks with the proud solemnity of a bridesmaid approaching the altar.

The creature she was born as. A tear rolled down her face. Realizing what a horrible creature she was. Her skin pail. Her hair faded to an odd shade of white and grey mixed. Her teeth are yellow. Sharp like a shark’s teeth. Calming down. She changed back into her beautiful self. Jealousy towards Alexandria was overtaking her. Always wanting to, be beautiful. Feel it.

I gushed out and Justin regarded me with a raised brow. “Including Lola?” He drawled out and I shoved his side a little. “What’s wrong with Lola?” I demanded and he rolled his eyes. As expected, he hadn’t moved an inch when I had attempted to shove him, being the mountain of muscles that he was. “She’s too… too much, sometimes, I guess? I just never really liked her vibe, you know?” He slowly explained and I rolled my eyes and huffed a little. “Lola is a really amazing person. She’s just not as bubbly and friendly as most people, but she’s still pretty cool. She’s a very good friend to me whom I adore so much.” I argued but Justin didn’t seem like he believed what I was saying.

“I knew the softened shape would look better than the original.” Lola, my sister, records everything on her phone while eating a croissant she smuggled in her purse. She zooms in on the embroidery like she is filming a docuseries. “You look ethereal,” she says, mouth half full. “Like a Roman goddess with a P*******t subscription.” Charlotte snorts from the chaise lounge, where she is sipping sparkling water in a silk robe the boutique provided. “She looks like Emily,” she says. “And Emily is naturally glowing. Some of us just have to accept that.”

I hiss, mentally. "What? You're thinking it too!" she shot back, breathy and scandalous. "Ugh, I get it now. Why we fall for him. He's tall, broody, and probably knows exactly how to make a girl lose her mind, oh wait, he already did! I want more." I groaned softly, dragging my eyes away from the glass before I made a fool of myself and walked in there dripping again. Lola wasn't done. I'm in awe, she wasn't much of the talking type... But right now, she's all over. Something has definitely change.