Mimi Bunny Novels & Stories

“Godfather why don’t you all rest for a bit before we start again?” “Okay.” Harry nodded. Mira took Anne-Marie to the barn. She ducked into the barn while Jack was setting the table and stools once she and Jack planned what to tell the others. She had picked six 4-week-old bunnies from space and left them under a basket. She lifted the basket. “Oh… oh… my…. Mira… can I… can I….” Anne-Marie started jumping up and down. “Yes… but…” Mira feigned a conflicted expression “You have to be quick or….”

---------------- ----------- 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.

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.”

Little Sapphire pushed the thick bushes out of the way and crawled under. A few thorns pricked her and the stony ground hurt her knees, but she didn't give up. She looked around but she couldn't find her pet bunny. Her mother got her a little pinkish-white bunny with a magenta heart gem on her forehead and pretty pink eyes. She wasn't an ordinary bunny, of course. Her mother told her she'd get to know what kind of bunny she is when the gem on her forehead takes its final colour. Sapphire had been taking care of the bunny for six months. Just three more months before she transforms.

After all, you made me crush my butterfly. Cent refused to listen as she kept her ass on the carpeted floor, still clinging to the corpse of a butterfly which name was allegedly Mimi. “Mimi is my mom’s memento. I-I can’t, please, mister.” Desperate pair of eyes that glistened like the starless night sky stared with hope and longing towards the conflicted Merlin. Cent’s grip on the hems of his ghastly-looking purple robe tightened. “I miss my mom. I can’t lose Mimi too.” Her tears fell like waterworks and no one would dare say it was all an act to fulfill the purpose of this contact—and that was for the next event that transpired.

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 remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

My uncle regards me with love as he takes a tissue out of his back pocket and wipes my tears away. “Who will kill Matteo, Zaika?” Dimitri asks, calling me my endearment of bunny. I had always loved rabbits when I was little. Amaranthe even had a pen for me out back. I had a black rabbit I used to call Coal, but he got out of his cage and ran around the mansion. I looked all over but could not find the little thing. Then he walked out, telling me he found my lost bunny and I believed him. “Shh, Kiara,”

So I turned around and I saw Elijah and Millie walking towards me like they had been there the whole time. "That's a nice trick." I said. "Calvin said that you were hard to get alone. We didn't realize how right he was." Millie said. "What the hell makes you think I'm alone now?" "It doesn't matter if you are or aren't. Those wolves can't help you." Millie said. "Right. Because your a faerie and you think you've above them." I scoffed. "I am." She said. And she through something at me. It looked like a stone of some sort, but I put my arm up to block myself and a shield came up that the stone bounced off of.

The poor little bunny moved and peeked at him through her silver-blond locks but the moment their eyes met, she flinched and buried her face again. Romeo's eyebrows twitched from the realization that the bunny was scared of him, not at the dead beasts that were scattered around him. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, his eyes were no longer golden-red. It had became a silver coloured eye He ran his fingers through his hair and patiently, he tried to coax the bunny once more.