Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

He hopped up to the front, looking flustered and disheveled. "Sorry, sorry, I'm late!" the rabbit exclaimed, checking a pocket watch that seemed to be perpetually running late. "I'm the Chronically Delayed Bunny, the Official Timekeeper for both groups! It's awfully difficult to keep track of time when you're always running behind." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, you're the one they were quarreling about? Well, I suppose we can forgive you, considering the circumstances." The Notorious Nosedive crossed his arms, a scowl on his face. "No forgiveness! We demand justice! He is late! Shove his head!"

“…I like Bugs Bunny.” He honest to gods squealed at that, grinning from ear to ear, all traces of his emotional outburst nowhere to be seen as he swayed from side to side like he just couldn't keep all the energy contained in him, “Oh sweet Artemis, my mate is so cute, you're so fucking precious!” ‘A puppy,’ Thanatos murmured, sounding thoughtful at Proserpina’s words, ‘yes, I can see what you mean.’ “And you're ridiculous.”

Both of them nodded eagerly. I smiled, trying to sound casual. “If you were in a bad mood and didn’t want to talk to anyone, what should I do to make you talk?” Lucas didn’t even hesitate. His face lit up as he pointed toward the TV. “Bunny Man!” “Bunny Man?” He nodded seriously. “Yes! Bunny Man. Every kid loves Bunny Man. I wouldn’t want to talk to anyone, but I’d talk to Bunny Man. Because he’s not a human.”

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

The letters were uneven, the tape peeling at one corner already, but she’d spent twenty minutes getting it just right, tongue poking out in concentration the whole time. She was nine now—curly dark hair like mine, icy blue eyes like Dante’s, and an obsession with fairy lights that rivaled my own at her age. She’d inherited my habit of stringing them everywhere “for ambience,” as she proudly told anyone who asked. Puck—the hyper border collie who still thought he was a puppy despite turning seven last month—sprawled under the kitchen table, ears perked for any sign of falling food. Milton—the golden retriever who believed the world owed him belly rubs—lay beside him, chin on paws, watching ev

It's just a game. It wasn't just a game, it was my pride and my ego, my status. I wasn't the kind of guy who failed. I am still staring at my reflection when I heard the click of a stall door opening behind me. I look up. Liam steps out of the stall, beside him is a boy I have never seen before, about thirteen years old, if I am to guess. His expression and the way he is toying with the Rubik's cube in his hand gives me the faint notion that that boy is autistic.

“I want her thighs” Each person said a sentence. They want to eat her. She shrunk and panicked. She said: “Who are you? Why do you want to eat humans while you are human?” They burst out laughing and didn't care about her words. A skinny guy approached Lily and then the guy touched her cheek with a long and pointed fingernail. “Well, well, well, your meat is so tender. ” Lily shoved his arm away. Unfortunately, his fingernails scratched her face and the blood started to flow.

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

“The Love Bunny is a wireless lady helper that inspires limitless pleasures with a special touch. Equipped with adorable buck teeth that stimulate the rosebud with a tight squeeze, the Love Bunny doesn’t bite!” Ok, so that product description didn’t sound as horrible as her chat made it sound. Indeed, marketing was a talent that some of her knights didn’t have. Eloquence was an acquired skill, and not many of her viewers had that. These men in her private stream only knew the words pussy and tits for the better part of their IQ, and Queenie shrugged it off.

“Don’t say that, Mel.” “What? It’s true.” I was still laughing. “Cute is for puppies and babies,” he said, smiling, before his face grew more serious. “Not for a grown-up man who’s been dying to kiss you.” The laughter died in my throat at his confession. He looked at me with an intense gaze that made it hard to swallow. “Can I kiss you, Mel?” I parted my lips, my mind spinning. If I were a normal girl, I would be over the moon, saying yes without hesitation. Derek was every girl's dream… he was kind, safe, and looked at me like I was his whole world.