Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

They had three hundred thousand followers and a record of stories that could only have come from people inside facilities, inside locker rooms, inside the specific quiet corners of arenas where cameras did not reach. I set the file down on my desk. I pressed my palms flat against the surface and looked at the wall and breathed through the thing moving in my chest, which was not panic, I did not panic, but which sat in the same neighborhood. A twenty-three-year-old who needed money. A gossip account that paid for access. A tunnel at eleven forty-three at night and two men standing closer than rivals stand. I picked up my phone. I held it for a long time.

The freezing air in the arena always burned my lungs, but today, it was the sight of Julian Vane’s smug little smirk that was really suffocating me. I gripped my composite stick so hard my knuckles ached inside my taped gloves, watching the freshman weave through the defense like he owned the damn ice. He was fast, I’ll give him that, but he was also a reckless, mouthy brat who thought the rules didn't apply to him just because he had a pretty face and a natural gift for puck-handling.

Target: Get drunk and get laid. So I moved through the dancing bodies, nodding my head to the beat and grabbing another cup as my previous one was empty. But as some of the girls sidled up to me, twirling their hair, my irritation grew. One puck bunny I’d seen sucking Matt’s dick under the stairs tried to slide her hand up my arm, but I just knocked off her ugly nails and glared until she backed off. Just great Dorian. I muttered to myself, aware I was blowing any chances I had with the ladies.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

~Present time~ Leonica snapped her finger as soon as the memory resurfaced in her mind. “Ah! Of course, that’s why you sound so familiar!” Owen’s lips visibly stretched into a smile, and he took one step closer to her. “So, you do re-” “You’re the voice actor that played Sucky Bunny in Ruckus House, right?” Leonica questioned, very much confident after having watched her son’s favorite cartoon for thirty minutes straight and memorizing all the characters, Sucky Bunny to be precises.

Clay nodded at my phone. “Hold your horses.” I rolled my eyes, pulling up the list. “Okay, the others in the cartoon movie were Slightly, Nibs, Chubby, and Twins.” I frowned, not liking any of those. “Ah, here we go. In Hook, there was also Ace. But that’s a no go since that’s my brother. Thud Butt is also a no. We aren’t insulting the puppies.” I shook my head. “Pockets could be cute. Don’t Ask, Too Small, Latchboy, and No Nap were the others. I don’t like those names.” I wrinkled my nose.

said Tanaka-san, "Just get him away from me and my precious." "You like this blue bunny right?" said the kind man, "I'll take you to mine. Her name is Artie. You can play with her if you want to." Usha's eyes went the brightest it had been that day. Finally! He will meet his bestest friend! "Thank you, Mr. Kind Face," Usha nuzzled into the man's arms. "Aww, look at you. Come on, she is just over there," He pointed. And he was right! There was his lovely Lady Bunny! Her calm eyes, that leisure but nonetheless elegant pose, and those cute nose with perfect aligned whiskers…

I turn the puck over one more time, slower now, and something cold and strange moves through my chest. Caspian carries a lucky puck. Has for years, apparently I overheard Riven mention it once in passing, something about how Beckett sleeps with it under his pillow, how no one's ever supposed to touch it or even acknowledge it exists because that's the kind of superstition that runs so deep it's become structural, load-bearing, the kind of thing you can't remove without something else collapsing. Under his pillow. I look down at the puck in my hand. Look at my bed. Look at the pillow I just pulled it out from under.

“The game is simple. You get to choose anyone here and kiss them for five minutes.” My heart dropped. The room suddenly felt too hot, too crowded. This is sick. I feel sick. I couldn’t kiss anyone in front of all these people. I’d already had my first kiss, but not like this. Not here. “I’m sorry, my friend is mistaken,” I said, voice shaky. “I’m not playing.” The crowd immediately started booing. “No fun!” someone shouted. “Are you a party pooper, Miss Tessy?” Ryder asked, that smirk still in place. “If you can’t do it, then you have to drink this half bottle of whiskey.”

The Interrupted Escape Xavier Grayson bent his towering frame down, smoothly gathering little Liam Jr. up into his powerful arms. Lin de Wu directed a gentle, sweeping smile toward Xavier. "Liam has a little surprise he wanted to present to you." The young boy slowly raised his small hand, displaying a remarkably delicate, meticulously crafted pastry shaped like a tiny, incredibly adorable rabbit.