Scary Easter Bunny Novels & Stories

That afternoon, Jerilyn convinced the two men to take the little girl to the mall to have her picture taken with the Easter Bunny. Back in New York, Maggie spent the day going over files and briefs. She and Bobby texted several times and spoke again later that night. Sunday brought excitement at the Beaulieu home. With the enthusiastic energy that only a five-year-old possesses, Savannah awakened her father in the wee hours of the morning and peppered him with questions about the Easter Bunny, who had in fact visited, leaving a ridiculous amount of treats for the only child in the house. Bobby scratched his head and smiled as he watched his daughter dive into two huge baskets brimming with

He went into the study, showered, then changed into a clean set of clothes. He was fuming. That brat was stupid and unreasonable! Grayson had just returned to his room when his phone rang. He answered the call in annoyance. "Speak!" "Mr. Page, Angry Bunny has appeared!" "Who?" "The person we've been looking for, Mr. Bunny." Grayson's expression instantly changed. But after staying silent for a moment, he asked, "Isn't he a guy?" "Yes." "Then why is he called Angry Bunny?" The person was stunned for a moment. "Well, I don't know. That's his nickname on WhatsApp."

I followed Cannon into my room and to my closet, I found the head part of an Easter bunny mascot in my closet. "Has this always been here?" Cannon asked. "I guess not," I answered. There weren't any plastic eyeballs on the head, it was just the head of a rabbit costume with empty eye sockets. Or an Easter bunny. "There's a note," Cannon said, then he began to read the note. "I saw you two last night, it made me very unhappy." "I'm guessing Mr. Carter is the other person Easter bunny is referring to." I nodded, unable to produce words. Next thing, I heard an explosion in the kitchen.

Autumn, her favorite season, Darien had sable hair, dark eyes, and was chilly and brooding. A chilling north wind. Winter. Her wandering thoughts were brought back to her current situation as the scurrying halted. She caught a whiff of the strange scent as the creature’s little heart and veins beat rapidly. A bunny. She hoped Darien had found his brother and was alleviating his suffering as she had desired someone could do for her as she closed her eyes. An animal howled. I’m here; are you nearby?

I started to make my way to pet it. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. He will attack." Someone said from my side. I turnt to see the Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals. I looked back and took a closer look at the bunny. I realized she wasn't warning me about the leopard but the bunny. It's eyes were red and you could see it's razer sharp teeth as it ate whatever was in it's hand. "Thanks." I said while taking a closer look around. If I wasn't mistaken it looked like everything in this garden was exotic.

Scawy Moniestars That was the first thing in little Jessy’s mind as she flipped her pretty poppers open. She had just had a scary dream where a big bad ugly bunny had been chasing her and she had even fallen at one point and hurt her arm. The bunny was nothing like the beautiful, soft bunny that had belonged to one of the Beta’s children back at her previous home. Ever since the day she had felt that bunny, Jessy had wanted a bunny for herself.

Anne only replied to Jack's words with a glimpse of a smile. Out of Anne's expectation, when they arrived, it turned out that they were not alone. There were about twenty people there. Instead of feeling happy and safe, Anne felt scared and wanted to run away. The reason was because those people wore black robes with pointed hoods that almost covered half of their faces. From their posture, Anne could guess that they were men and women. Lighting torches were planted all around them. And the center of Anne's attention was a giant stone in the shape of an owl.

I also felt it in her voice during the formal introduction. “I am so happy that our Scott’s family is blessed with an heir. Only the Moon Goddess knows how to heal the lacerations of one’s soul.” Her religious views, unadulterated joy, everything was top-notch, but my bunny whispered in my ears. “I don’t like this lady, mommy. Blitzer says she is an evil soul.” Perhaps Zuriel and Henry also listened to this comment, their faces darkened at this insult. I stared at my bunny with my signature angry mom’s glare, he straightened up immediately. I put him down so that he could greet everyone properly.

I whisper, adjusting the blanket around Leyla’s surprise basket for the third time, “no yelling, no running, and no licking anything.” “Who licks things?” River deadpans, slouching along with her brand-new purple bunny slung over her shoulder like it’s survived a war. One ear is missing a chunk, and one eye is literally stitched into an X like a mildly cursed voodoo doll. She loves it. Of course she does. Two steps in front, Lili, clutching a white bunny in sequin-studded bootleg jeans, a rainbow tutu, and a sparkly unicorn crop top, walks with the proud solemnity of a bridesmaid approaching the altar.

They don’t seem to mind that the bunny isn’t answering any of their questions. When the bunny hops onto Ethan’s foot, I begin to wonder if this bunny is brave or just stupid. I know it was raised around wolves, but surely it recognizes a predator as dangerous as my ex-husband? Shouldn’t it be more afraid of being gobbled up? Ethan scoops up the furball in one large hand. “Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?”