Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

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 asked We are here to make a trade with Mr Hartley, he replied. Oh oh oh, and same as we are also, pirate said. "How do you know him?", I asked Pirate. He stood beside the person he called bunny and said, ' this is one of the pirates of Captain Morgan. You should know captain Morgan. I call him bunny as I never remembered his name but I can remember he used to have rabbit then and the rabbit's name is bunny so I all him bunny. Mr Hartley said to everyone, " Gentlemen, welcome to the TURNEL of business. For those of you that are just coming here, this his where I do trade with all my customers.

Horny bunny 225 commented. My heart began to beat fast in my chest. Why does horny bunny, a total stranger, know my real age? Does he or she know me in real life?

It’s just a stupid fake dating shit for my reputation, why is it sounding like something more? Something stupid moved again in my chest and I crushed it immediately. I didn’t have time for that shit. She didn’t look at me once in the first period. I looked at her more than I should have. Wins before Bitches! I reminded myself again. I tried hard to focus, after which Buffalo scored first, it was my goal and it was fucking clean. Their goalie was slow, winning was my way of making him pay for it. I threw my arms up, angled myself toward the photo pit for an extra second just to be an asshole about it.

he asked with a mocking tone, as if proud of his cruelty. Hound's silence continued, his gaze fixed, the weight of the moment still lingering in the darkened alley. The alley seemed to grow quieter with every second, the tension thick and suffocating. Suddenly, Puck froze mid-sentence, a strangled noise escaping his throat. Blood began to trail from his neck, dripping onto the ground below. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned toward Hound, who stood holding a dagger. Its blade hovered over a small doll inscribed with intricate runes—the same symbols etched into Puck’s skin.

The ride was quiet except for the low hum of the tires against the road. Elara scrolled frantically through Damian Diuskbane's followers until a familiar name made her hand stop mid-motion. Luke. His profile looked so... juvenile that she felt offended. The latest post from some hours ago—cigar smoke slightly blurring his Spiderman mask. Her eyes zeroed in on the ring. A wolf head crafted in silver, she had seen on his hands yesterday. She stared at the timestamp, waiting for the screen to glitch, for something to make sense. But there he was: Luke, alive, smirking at the camera as if death had never found him.

Then he crouched slowly, lowering himself until he was eye level with Leo. Elena had seen Adrian Blackwood silence boardrooms and make grown men nervous with one look. But now there was something unfamiliar in his face. Uncertainty. “If you want me to be,” Adrian said quietly. Leo studied him for a long moment. Then he held out his stuffed rabbit. “This is Bunny. He’s poorly sometimes too.” Adrian accepted the rabbit with both hands, as if Leo had handed him something priceless. “I’ll be careful with him.” Elena had to look away.

“You always this charming?” “Only when it’s working.” “It is,” she says easily. Of course it is. Puck bunnies are always too easy. I catch how the gym doors open behind her. I don’t turn, I don’t need to. Instead, I feel her. That sharp, instinctive pull hits before my brain even catches up. My grip tightens slightly around the water bottle before I glance up, catching her passing by in the mirror. Madison. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail and she has an oversized hoodie and leggings on. Even with no make up, she’s the most distracting thing in the room.

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

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