Sincerely The Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

I’ve actually wanted him to bite me for a while now, though I’m not so sure why. “That’s what you get for calling me ugly,” he smirked, clearly proud of himself. I glared at him. “Remember this moment Salvador.” “Oh but I will,” he winked, making me blush. Paxton started shifting beside us before his eyes prodded open. “Bunnies,” he smiled. Kieran and I were confused. “Bunnies?” “Yep! You’re as cute as bunnies,” he giggled, making us shake our heads as we laughed.

His beautiful, carbon-fiber stick, the one he'd used for every game this season, the one his mother had given him for his twenty-fifth birthday—splintering against Sebastian's shin guard. Shards of composite material spun through the air like frozen confetti. The puck, knocked loose by the hit, slid past the defenseman's desperate dive. Past the goalie's outstretched glove. Over the goal line in a slow, mocking arc. Tie game. Three seconds left. The buzzer for regulation sounded before Damian hit the ice.

I shoved the door open, expecting the silence of an empty suite, but I was met with the sight of Liam sitting on the edge of the mahogany table, tossing a hockey puck up and down. Liam had been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. We’d learned to shift together, learned to hunt together, and survived the brutal politics of the Moonstone social scene together. He was the only person who could look at me and know exactly how close I was to losing my mind. “You look like hell, Gid,” Liam said, catching the puck mid-air. He jumped off the table, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Where have you been? The campus is losing its mind.”

I shove my hands in my pockets. “Looked like you guys had… company,” I say, trying to sound disinterested. I fail. Cole barks a laugh. “Puck bunnies.” I raise an eyebrow. “Plural?” “It’s Thursday. They migrate like clockwork.” He shrugs like it’s morally neutral. “They show up, flirt, sometimes leave with somebody. No big deal.” It shouldn’t sting. It does. I picture glossy hair, bronze skin, curves, confidence, that loud easy laugh Logan seems to gravitate to like gravity isn’t a law, just a person in a short skirt.

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.

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.'

Musa’s frigid body language was enough to express his disliking of the grumpy bunny. Pink snorted. “First off, the name is Lord Pink Bunny, minus the Lord, of course. Nevertheless, you are more than welcome to call me Lord Pink Bunny. Second of all, I literally don’t find it funny to see the likes of you gather next to me like this. And please, for the love of god, use my full name. Pink Bunny. Not only Pink. we’re not close enough to have such intimacy.” Blue hiccupped at her snappy attitude.

Just me and the puck and the ice and the thing in my chest that needed to go somewhere. First defender committed. I shifted left, went right. The same move, but faster now. Fueled by something that tasted like metal and felt like drowning. Second defender tried to angle me off. I dropped the puck between my legs, picked it up on the backhand. Third defender – Porter himself. The captain who’d been grinning all night. I looked at his eyes and saw Caleb. Saw my father. Saw every person who’d ever stood between me and the thing I wanted and smiled while they did it. I faked the shot. He dropped. I went around him so close I could hear his breathing.