Sincerely The Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

“That’s it, Bunny. Take Daddy’s cum. Take it like the nasty little bunny you are.” “Swallow” And I fucking did.

~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.

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I grab two cups, filling one with whatever punch someone made and keeping the other empty for later. As I'm turning away, someone taps my arm. "Excuse me?" I turn to find Julian's fangirl standing there - the same girl who's been showing up at every game with his jersey number plastered across her chest. Up close, she's even prettier than I thought. Bright smile, clear skin, the kind of effortless beauty that makes people look twice. "Hey," I say, forcing a polite smile even as faint irritation curls in my stomach. "You're Bryson Miller, right? From the hockey team?" She's cheerful and talkative, words coming fast.

It’s much easier to stay at theirs and when the job is done, I could pull on my pants and leave them. Don’t think I’m a dick. They all knew the score. Nobody was getting close to me. Besides, those puck bunnies aren’t interested in a relationship per se. They are only interested in being associated with and on the arms of a world famos hockey player who is loaded with millions in their bank account. Take that and the fact that my family is rich and my father is a billionaire, which I stand to inherit the business and that I am the Alpha – well need I say anymore.

I booked a cab here, hoping to get a room, only to discover that the entire building was fully booked for a witches’ convention. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as my frustration mounted into an unbearable intensity. I couldn’t cry. Not now. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I whipped it away furiously. The last twenty-four hours of my life had been short of a nightmare. I went from finding my best friend and my boyfriend together to finding out that I was the mate of a werewolf hockey player, who I had to reject this morning after using him on more than one occasion to feel better about myself.

He nodded in response still smiling. Putting down the phone slowly I got up to get the holder from my cupboard while the urge to see myself in the mirror and check if I was looking OK. Rest in Peach pink skirt I looked quite bearable. I picked the holder and went back setting the phone so that I can have a peaceful talk with him. '' You changed Mr. Bunny with Pikachu,'' he said when I sat down again. I looked at him a little confused but understood what he was talking about. '' No. Mr. Benny went for cleaning As for Pikachu I can stay loyal to both of them,'' I said smiley in response.

Ant heads off to chat with some football players, while Tim tries to charm a blonde girl who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else. The blonde turns her head and I'm met with a light blue pair of eyes that are hungrily locked onto me. Never mind, looks like she'd rather be near me. But I can see she's a puck bunny through and through. Puck bunnies are what we call girls that say they are fans of the sport, but they are more interested in us players and what we have inside our pants. "Kohl!" Rocky hollers above the music, waving me over with a solo cup in hand.

“Shopia, what are you doing?” The little girl raised her face and smiled sweetly while raising her rabbit doll. “I'm playing with Bunny, Grandpa. Bunny is having a picnic in the garden.” Adam smiled slightly. "A picnic, huh? Does Bunny like tea or milk?” Shopia seemed to think for a moment, then answered firmly, "Milk! Bunny likes chocolate milk.” Adam nodded while adjusting his position on the wooden bench. The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of moist soil and fragrant roses growing around the garden. He saw the green grass stretching out wide, with a few small birds hopping between the bushes. The atmosphere felt so peaceful.

"That's a first." "It's not about Max," Ethan clarified. "It's about you." I raised an eyebrow. "Me?" I pointed at myself. "What did I do?" "This is the first time Max has ever turned down Piper," he informed me. So, that's her name, Punky's real name is Piper. "All because the two of you had plans to meet up." Wow, really? I hadn't even confirmed my visit the second time this topic came up in our conversation, yet Max was confident enough to decline another girl.