Puck Bunny Book Novels & Stories

Gabe submerged his body fully into the pond. Holding his breath, he hoped the water would not take away his new hair color. The old widow, Mrs. Baker, changed the color of his hair to brown and even gave him a cut. Gratefully, he had walked out of her house looking a new man. Now if he could just keep away from large crowds, all would be well in his world. At least for a few months. He prayed things would get back to normal soon after that.

Grace looked at the letter confused and picked it up. Grace felt guilty for reading someone else's letter but that didn't stop her, she opened the letter and started reading it. 'Dear Dominick, Thank you so much for this book. I have so many books but this one will always hold special place in my heart and you know why. I love you, Your Bunny:)' Grace closed the letter and placed it back in the book. "Bunny?" She mumbled confused.

The rabbit that’s been chasing the clock for a good while. “Think deep and be cautious, for the one that you trust, is someone that you shouldn’t have. JK.” Once more warning him, which he never and didn’t need in the very first place. He stayed quiet, and only wanted her to narrate the book that he now finds a bit interesting in a different way. “The Rabbit PULLS A WATCH OUT OF HIS WAISTCOAT POCKET and runs across the field and DOWN A HOLE.”

**This is Book Four of the Pack Series. References will be made in this book to events that happened in previous books without going into explanation of those events. It is recommended that you start with the first book in the series - The Pack’s Doctor. *One month before the second epilogue in The Pack’s Alpha. Henry “You’re making a big mistake, Henry,” Quirin growls. “So you keep telling me, Q. But you get to crawl into bed every night with a woman you love after kissing your pups goodnight. I’m tired of sleeping in a bed that’s cold and waking up alone on an Alpha floor that’s so quiet it’s deafening.”

I was always too worried to catch anyone's unwanted attention. My mother had paraded me around like a prized mare after the contract was signed. The revealing gowns and ostentatious regalia she insisted on during parties and festivities were nauseating. I turned back to the dishes working on a pot. “I’ve read that, have you read Watership Down,” I asked. He snorted. “Isn’t that the one about the bunnies,” he said with mild disgust. “Yes, but it may tickle your fancy. If you like books about politics, it's got a lot of political leadership philosophy .” I offered. He made another grimace as if the mere idea of a story about rabbits was absurd. 'Tickle your fancy? Really Bri? Get a grip girl.'

Her chubby little body shifted back and forth until the pillow was right, Bunny rested on her stomach, and the blanket covered only one leg because she treated fabric like a political opponent. I opened the book. “Princess Elara and the Fox Who Stole the Moon,” I read.

The scent of pages hit immediately — it was warm, comforting. But even before we moved deeper in, I noticed him. A man, sitting just a few feet inside. Coffee on one side, a book on the other. Our eyes didn’t meet. I looked away too fast. But something — something — about him made my stomach knot. Penny squealed, her voice echoing softly through the quiet store. "Books, Ry! Look—look at that one! It has a bunny with glasses!" I grabbed her wrist before she could bolt toward it. "Penny..." I warned. "No touching. We agreed."

He bit his lip at the note sticking under the bowl of soup. 'Get well soon, Puckett! I got you some holy books and herbal tea to speed up your recovery. Oh, and do sip it carefully.' Arlen lifted the food and the teapot off the tray after feeling a hallowed spot in the wood. He found an opening in his search- a thin pamphlet hidden neatly. "Holy book, huh?" It had the cover of a rabbit sitting on a patch of grass. The omega thought nothing of it and opened the first page.

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my hips bucking toward his touch. "You like that?" he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot as he nips at the skin there. "Yes," I breathe, my voice already ragged. He pushes a finger inside me, then two, curling them to stroke that spot that makes my thighs tremble. I moan louder, "Oh god, right there," my pussy clenching around him as he pumps steadily, his thumb still working my clit. The pressure builds fast, heat coiling tight in my core.