Miracle Box Bunny Novels & Stories

Everyone all cheered for them. He brought out a box and handed it to Mira, it was covered with a red fabric which she impatiently opened. And when she saw a cage and a beautiful puppy inside, she hugged Santa with tears in her eyes. It was a black Russian terrier. Mira had always wanted to own one since she first saw them on television but with our budget back in Itbayat, I didn’t get to buy her a puppy like that before. Tonight, Santa Claus had made her wish come true.

Surprised by this, Arthur stretched out his hands and Mila passed the rabbit to him. The rabbit was normal. “Can I?” Arthur asked, pointing at the portal. “Wait,” Mila spoke and without as much as a warning, she walked out of the portal. “What?” Arthur was shocked. “I wanted to see if the rabbit is healthy or not!” Mila stared at Arthur scoldingly. “There should be no side effects.” “Then what are you doing this side?” Arthur couldn’t believe her. “Eh,” Mila shrugged and she picked up the rabbit to test it magically.

he said. “Try me.” The laughter stopped. His eyes locked on mine and the temperature in the room seemed to drop again. “Have you ever heard the story about the baby deer?” he asked. I didn’t answer. But he kept going anyway. “There was a baby deer who decided one day that it was better than its mother. It thought it was stronger, smarter and didn’t need her anymore. So it walked off into the trees alone, thinking the world would just make space for it.”

I cut Alan off. The old man looked at me. “Enough to know the child your Luna was carrying was not cursed. Her pregnancy lasted almost ten months because she was carrying a White Wolf.” I frowned. “A what?” “A White Wolf. There hasn't been one born in hundreds of years. They are extremely rare and extremely powerful. Most wolves alive today would never have seen one or even know enough about them to recognise the pregnancy.” Matt pushed forward hard. ‘Erin.’ “So what?” I said. “You expect me to believe that because some old story says White Wolves exist that Erin just happened to be carrying one?”

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”

“I came here alone to show you I mean you no harm. Whatever power you hold, I am not your enemy. Return with me to our stronghold where you can meet the rest of the Council.” “Er, can I ask something?” said Maurice. All heads turned towards him. “I measured the box here, and it’s clear the inside is a lot shorter than the outside. Is there a secret compartment?” “What?” exclaimed Bibler all flustered. “No. I mean, you must be mistaken.” “How does the box work?” I asked Bibler. “How do you make it fly?” Bibler produced a small box from the folds of his robe. “It is a complex mechanism. A trained pilot is required—”

"Like a Happy Meal?" Shamira grinned as she took the bag away and put it back on the floor. "You're just jealous." "Of course I am!" Bunny replied with a grin of her own. "It's just so domestic! Like a BDSM version of 'Leave it to Beaver.' I'm surprised she really DIDN'T put a pair of handcuffs in here as a toy surprise." "We have plenty." Shamira saw a group of familiar people standing next to a storage unit at the end of the row, so she pulled the van along side. They looked serious.

“For you.” Millie’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she sat up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She took the box, her fingers tracing the ribbon before untying it carefully. Inside was a smaller box, and her excitement grew as she peeled away the wrapping. When she opened it, her lips parted in surprise, a soft blush creeping across her cheeks. Nestled inside was a vibrator. “Really?” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and shyness. She picked it up, running her fingers over the smooth silicone surface, her blush deepening as she met his gaze.

The legendary bunny. Fair. Adrian immediately prepared for battle. Because surely Mr. Buttons was non-negotiable. Reasonable. Instead Lily hugged the bunny. Thought carefully. Then declared: "Baby can borrow." God. Borrow. Not keep. Fair. A compromise worthy of international diplomacy. Reasonable honestly. Several days later the behavior continued. God. Everywhere. Fair. While shopping, Lily insisted they buy tiny socks. Reasonable. "The baby need feet clothes." God. Technically correct.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.