Puck Bunny Book Novels & Stories

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

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"

My knees buckled, and the world faded to black. … I was lost in a long, fevered dream. In it, I was a child again—always hungry, always cold, buried in the kind of poverty that stains your soul. I remembered one time, my mother had saved for weeks from her seamstress work to buy me a single, hot chicken drumstick. "Eat it, Susan. While it's still warm," she'd said, her voice soft with a love she couldn't otherwise show. I'd reached for it, my small hands trembling with anticipation. But before I could take a bite, the door crashed open. Debt collectors—my father had gambled away money we didn't have again.

She wondered and the bunny thought about it for a bit. “Then do what your heart tells you, I am sure if you admit everything to them they will forgive you. Besides, it’s just a book, your library has plenty of books already, they would not get mad over you losing one.” The bunny spoke so casually, not knowing the deeper issue rooted with it even after hearing the story.

“Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?” Ethan lifts the rabbit to his ear, pretending to listen intently then nodding along as if the bunny is speaking to him. “He says he’s a boy, and he calls himself Mr. Fluff though you can give him a nickname if you like, and yes, he is white because he comes from the arctic, though he’s only ever visited the north pole itself.” “Daddy ask him if he’s wild!” Paisley chirps excitedly.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

He said, whispering in my ear, and I moaned. "Justin, please," I moaned. "You are now my rabbit, Sophie, my little rabbit, cunning and full of wonders," He said and sucked on my sweet spot. "I am breaking every personal rule for your sake, and I don't care. You do that to me, you know. Whatever you were doing, just know it is working. I see you clearly now. I have always seen you, little rabbit," He said, grazing his teeth on my sweet spot. Oh, my eighteenth birthday; please come quick; there is no way I can handle this.

That was Peter to Pat, he always seemed to surprise him each time they go through their little games and he loved every second of it. "I bought this for you when I was heading back from that business trip, look at this maroon pearl around it, do you like it?" He asked and he released a muffled moan nodding. Peter smirked and positioned himself in front of his already spread legs saying, "lift up your hips for me, honey." And Pat did as he was asked. He gasped as he felt the cold lube through the crack of his ass. Peter watched him, easing the plug inside of him.

"I am not 'other parents,' Gideon. I am Luna. And whether you are happy, sad, stressed, or bored, you will be the Alpha of this pack someday. That is a fact written in the stars, regardless of your grade point average." She took another step toward me, her gaze predatory. "Now, answer my question. What does that girl have on you?" I looked at her, really looked at her, and realized how much I hated this place. I hated the gold, the marble, and the cold, empty silence that defined my existence here.

"The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment." Puck-bunny. Homewrecker. Manipulator. Let's pretend that I do know what the word puck-bunny means. I already have a label— a dozen labels— on my back barely one week into resumption. I stared at the video loop as it restarted, watching myself look so small and trapped between the two look-alike brothers. These people didn't know the truth. They didn't know about Caleb's disgusting behavior, or the fact that I was completely broke, or the fake