Lonely Bunny Novels & Stories

In the moonless cave, the old spirit waited. She had no eyes, but saw everything. “You are no Luna,” she whispered. “You are something older.” She placed a crown of bones and silver. I felt it burn. I did not speak. I only walked alone to the cliff’s edge. Below, wolves mourned. Above, stars wept. Inside, I promised: “No more waiting. No more mercy. This pack will rise, or the world will fall.” The stolen pups returned, alive, unharmed, but changed: their eyes were red, their voices were wrong.

“Wh-what did you do with him?” “I hid him and his scent,” Grandma Nilsson proudly announces, hands already busy and lighting up an incense. “He is a bunny for the next two hours. Thank me later.” …bunny? I look down at the floor and almost die the cute death. A little, blue-eared, fluffy bunny is looking up at me with big, yellow and frightened eyes. Even his nose is twitching rapidly in what must be total existential horror. “Oh my god, Korrin!” I whisper-yell and kneel in front of my now tiny and helpless little mate. He doesn’t move so I pick him up, my heart going soft. “What did she do to you?!”

I was struggling really hard to not turn around and analyze Bunny's reaction, one part of me was hoping that she was not sad and was completely cool with it, the other part which was the stronger part was hoping against hope that she was immersed in jealousy and probably anger do and was planing on doing something, anything to crash the unwanted meeting. I finally gave in to my urge and I turned back to look and analyze my Bunny's reaction and boy was I shocked to my bones. Bunny was cold! There was not even a single reaction on her pretty face neither anger nor jealousy. And it didn't look like just a normal calmness or an understanding facial expression, No, far from it, she basically just

She jumped up with fear and tried to grab the baseball bat she usually kept by her bedside. As a single lady of twenty-three years old, living alone, her security was her number one priority. A gun would have been the best option, but her niece and nephews are usually around most weekends, so a baseball bat was the next best option and she made sure to always keep it just within arms reach.

---------------- ----------- The next night . . . ---------------- ----------- Bunny, as it turned out, could talk for at least an hour without stopping. She was the verbal equivalent of the world's longest run-on sentence, but Shamira did not seem to mind anymore. The girl was just too damn happy to stay annoyed with. And she was certainly easy on the eyes, sitting in the passenger side of the van in tight-white denim shorts that barely covered her ass, a tied-off pink-and-white checkered shirt, and her wheat-blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail. She enjoyed flirting with passing truckers, and watching her lean out the window to talk to or yell at other motorists made Shamira grin.

It was there - nestled in the comfy armrest of a leather couch,nose shaking as it was playing with an expensive looking pen and seated right next to it was a surprisingly still and weirdly careful Lucas Marano himself. He looked so out of place with a cute bunny nestled next to him but yet here he was…with his fingers brushing tenderly behind its ears as the bunny allowed him, utterly blissful. I blinked happily. “Oh my God…you found it.” Lucas finally shifted his gaze to mine, expression controlled but I definitely saw the amusement in his eyes. “Well,she found me I guess.” My brows furrowed. “She ?.” I questioned. “Yes Lucia, your bunny is a girl.”

Rowan entered the house and heard loud sobs from the room. He quickly went inside and found his rabbit crying in a corner holding a frame against her chest. He went towards her and kneeled. Rowan : hey, hey, what happened, rabbit? He was wiping her tears, but it was not stopping. She just threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. She was feeling lonely and was badly missing her mother today. Rowan : just calm down, rabbit. It's not good for you nor our baby.

Though I know he is not gone , I am glad that he is not around me. With my eyes still shut , I hear him chuckle before saying… “The name is Alexander , bunny…Remember it…” and with that , I feel peaceful loneliness once more.

, He placed his fingers on his chin thoughtfully. " Bunny", she said quietly. " I like bunny." Leo smiled, she was trying to tell him to continue the story. " So here is his it goes. My bunny got lost and I asked my neighbor who was an elderly woman. I spoke to her and asked her if she saw my bunny. She smiled at me and pointed to my bunny eating her fruits in her yard." " I found my bunny", Leo said, he winced at the way he ended the story. " Good story uhmm", he nudged her.

he wouldn’t have at home, for a disappointed woman was not easy to ignore. Jake ate without tasting his food, wishing he had never come back to Lonesome Dove. It was going to be no pleasure riding north, if Call was so disapproving. He had meant to take Call aside and quietly explain it, but somehow he could not think of the best words to use. Call’s silences had a way of making him lose track of his thoughts—some of which were perfectly good thoughts, in their way. As they ate, the dusk deepened. Sean O’Brien, on the far side of the herd, began to sing his night song, an Irish melody whose words did not carry across the long plain where the cattle stood. But in the still night the sound ca