Sincerely The Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

"Same old, same old. I’ll have to return for checkups on time and I can’t consume alcohol. You kids need to take care of yourselves. Otherwise, you’ll end up like me when you’re my age." "All right, I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Then, I’ll be taking my leave now. Goodbye, Mr. Puckett." "Take care!" Brennan Puckett was like an affectionate senior who took care of his juniors.

He said, whispering in my ear, and I moaned. "Justin, please," I moaned. "You are now my rabbit, Sophie, my little rabbit, cunning and full of wonders," He said and sucked on my sweet spot. "I am breaking every personal rule for your sake, and I don't care. You do that to me, you know. Whatever you were doing, just know it is working. I see you clearly now. I have always seen you, little rabbit," He said, grazing his teeth on my sweet spot. Oh, my eighteenth birthday; please come quick; there is no way I can handle this.

“While playing hockey.” Before Mac could respond, the stairway door flew open behind them. Aiden stepped through, breath slightly uneven, eyes sweeping the lobby until they landed on Lukas. The puck bunny on Mac’s arm perked up immediately, practically purring. “Wow,” she said under her breath. Lukas glanced over and scowled. Aiden looked like sin incarnate. Flushed from the stairs, dark hair lightly tousled, sleeves pushed up, chest rising under his fitted shirt like he’d just walked out of a very expensive, very dirty dream.

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.

Definitely a Puck because I wouldn’t put it past the man to get on his knees and beg. Chapter 1.22 Batting A Thousand, Kisses Nico

“Flattery will get you everywhere… but I’m still not risking public rejection. I’d rather not spend my weekends ugly-crying over a guy I can never have.” “Fair. But you can’t keep living in dream-land either.” Sophie paused, then lit up. “Speaking of which — there’s a party tonight. My friend Owen from the hockey team invited me. You’re coming.” I groaned. “A house full of hockey players? Pass.” “No way. Tristan will probably be there. This is your chance to actually talk to him instead of just drooling in your sleep.” I gave her my best deadpan stare. “You have way too much faith in me.”

“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.”

“You were expecting him and that's why you've been so happy. Now that he's not coming, you're sad. Ari, you like this guy.” Do I? “I do not like him,” I argue then I lick my lips. “What do you think kept him?” I ask Lily. “Who knows? Probably the party planning. Or a puckbunny.” Lily says with a small shrug. Puckbunny. I repeat the word in my head. Isn't that… “Yeah, Ari. It's the stupid whores who fuck the hockey guys.” “Oh,” Is all I can say. Because I recognise the stupid pang in my chest.

"The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment." Puck-bunny. Homewrecker. Manipulator. Let's pretend that I do know what the word puck-bunny means. I already have a label— a dozen labels— on my back barely one week into resumption. I stared at the video loop as it restarted, watching myself look so small and trapped between the two look-alike brothers. These people didn't know the truth. They didn't know about Caleb's disgusting behavior, or the fact that I was completely broke, or the fake

His dinosaur pajamas are on backwards. "Mommy! Daddy! I made you breakfast!" "Buddy, you're eating breakfast." "I made it for you. But then I got hungry. So I ate it." Ethan laughs. Genuine. Real. "That's okay, buddy. We're not hungry." "You're always hungry, Daddy. You said so." "I said I'm always hungry for hockey." "Oh." Noah frowns. "That's weird." "It's a hockey thing." "Okay." He goes back to his cereal.