Novel & Cerita Sincerely The Puck Bunny

Laughter ricocheted, voices tangled. In the middle of it, Tyler slipped me aside. Small, badly wrapped gift in hand. His eyes were intense, tracking me as I struggled with tape hands brushing mine in the kind of gentle, unintentional intimacy that makes blood race. I knew instantly what it was. A puck. Simple. Circular. Black rubber, about three inches across. But the signature stopped my breath. Smith. Williams. My hand shot to my mouth, eyes stinging. The ache in my throat wasn’t just from shock it was something darker, deeper, twisting. A memory. A history. A grief I thought I’d buried. And yet here it was, in my hands, impossible and undeniable.

“There are plenty of puck bunnies who would love to help you forget Harper Lane.” Something cold and sharp twists in my chest. “Don’t call her that,” I say. He blinks. “Call her what?” “A puck bunny.” He frowns. “I wasn’t saying she is one. I’m saying—” “I know what you were saying,” I cut in. “Just don’t.” He studies me again, slower this time. “…Okay. That’s new.” “What is?” “The part where you’re territorial.” “I’m not—” “You totally are,” he says. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

I nodded my head, three of us went near our favorite cotton candy stall we had our favorite flavors cotton candy, later went near a claw machine, bunny is expert in this I asked her to get a rabbit, she caught it so easily like a pro, sals asked to get her a doraemon, she gave it to sals finally she got a baby girl toy, I asked "why this?" bunny blushed and said "I'm feeling like having kids now" I said "ohh, so soon I might become godmother" bunny chuckled and replied "if god helps"

I noticed his sharp jaw, dirty-blond damp hair, and a face annoyingly attractive for someone whose evening I might have ruined. He was towering over me with enough irritation to fuel a natural disaster. “I’m sorry?” I repeated, because I didn't quite understand his statement. “You heard me.” His mouth flattened, his jaw hardening into a rigid, defensive block. “Whatever weird little stunt this is, I’m not interested. A puck bunny sneaking into a star's private room isn't new. But have some fucking dignity.” He thought I was a puck bunny? I knew little about hockey, but from his tone, that title wasn't something to be proud of.

Lena shook her head, “I wish I knew whose account was that. The IT department couldn’t trace the account yet. Apparently, there are dozens of girls using some version of Puck Bunny online. But whoever this bunny is, she is extremely jealous of you.” “Jealous? Me?” That was ridiculous. “Hardly anyone knows me,” I murmured more to myself than Lena. “Girl, you have me, okay?” Lena hugged me tightly. “Whoever this puck bunny is, I will make her a muck bunny soon.” After going all mamma bear on me, she quickly left for her next class. By the time I returned to the dorm that evening, I was exhausted. I reached for the handle, then stopped. The door was already open. My heart slammed against my rib

sincerely, me! . TBC

I made my way to the locker rooms, where they were still celebrating. “Awe, look girls. It’s the wannabe puck bunny.” “Hey! Let us in! We’re with the team!” Blondie called to security at the door. “Sorry, you’re not on the list.” “What?!” She shrieked. “I’m with the goalie.” “Oh yeah? Which one?” He asked, to which she had no response. “You don’t even know the players, you dumb puck bunny. Do your recon before trying to get laid.” I laughed.

Small sounds are coming from the box, scratching and snuffling, and then – a hop. “Alright, alright,” Ethan laughs, handing them the gift, “but be very careful.” The pups gather around the box on the floor, “It’s a bunny, it has to be!” Ryder exclaims. “Of course it’s a bunny, can’t you smell it!” Riley chastises him. “Well I dunno, I’ve never met any bunnies in the wild.” Ryder shrugs “I don’t think is a wild bunny.” Parker surmises. “Well I think we should wait and ask it rather than just jumping to ‘clusions.” Paisley remarks, tilting her chin up.

Someone yells his name like it's a prayer. He skates to the bench. Doesn't sit. Just stands there at the boards. Helmet off. Hair wet. Sweat dripping down his neck. Then he turns one last time, and he looks up, holds it. The whole damn rink could disappear and it wouldn't matter. It's just that stare. Deep. Patient. Like he knows exactly what's happening in my chest right now. I hit send on the live update before the final buzzer. My fingers shaking. 'Carter's hat trick seals it, but the real show was the way he played like the puck owed him something. Selfish? Maybe. Effective? Undeniably.'

“I'd hasten to lock my doors, were I you.” My cheeks blazed red. “You're disgusting, the both of you.” Puck laughed jovially. “Pardon if my coarse manners offend. I tell it like it is, sparing no truths betwixt. What might I say? My kind loves a merry romp in the grass, with milkmaids' skirts hitched high above the knee...” He stared off into the distance dreamily. “Well, it was nice meeting you. Actually, I'm lying-”