Sincerely The Puck Bunny の小説・ストーリー

"If you can get this puck on my pretty hands, I get to ask you a question." "Did you come all the way here to call yourself pretty?" A smirk pulled up on his lips. This motherfucker. Taking a strong stance, my hands firmer on my stick, I wore a cocky grin. "What? Should I say gorgeous?" With a swift move, I stole the puck from right under his eyes. I skated in circles around him, keeping the puck selfishly. He wrestled me for it with his puck. After I did, I got to ask him...

“Well, someone's all flared up. I can almost see how the hair on your neck stands out. Makes me start to think your wolf really is weaker. You're definitely not a beta.” “That is none of your business.” “The required rank to join hockey teams in this pack stops at Beta. You're not one. That's really shady. Really really shady.” And then, I heard the sound of the blade scratching the ice and the puck running out of my hold. I let out a grunt before turning around. My eyes stayed pinned on his backview. That bastard. I started skating hurriedly. I had to get back the puck and win. A lot was at risk.

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.

"No." He stepped back, his eyes hardened. "Do you know what I thought?" Sophie looked genuinely lost. "What?" "I thought the whole thing was a prank, that maybe there was an explanation at the end of all that drama," The words landed heavily between them. "I thought maybe Adrian was being Adrian and dragging you into some stupid joke." Sophie's breathing spiked. "And suddenly you're acting exactly like every other girl that follows him around." Sophie's eyes widened. "What?" "A puck bunny." The words hit her like a slap, even I winced., because that felt more like an insult to me; not once have I ever seen Sophie as a puck bunny.

“Liam! Over here!” “Emilia, how do you feel about seeing Zane again?” “Is it true you and Liam are engaged?” Engaged? We’re not even dating! “Liam! What do you think about your girlfriend’s thing for hockey players? Emilia, are you really a puck bunny?” The words hit like a slap. My stomach twists. I nearly trip, but Liam’s grip tightens, steady and unshakable. I glance up at him, and for a second, I see it — the anger, the frustration. The same pain that’s been clawing at me ever since those headlines started. NHL’s Favorite Puck Bunny. My face plastered everywhere, my name dragged through the mud.

When the man gets close, he takes a deep breath and smiles slightly. "Hello. What's your name?" His voice is so deep that I feel it all over my body. "I'm Sally. I'm a bunny, but not one of the Biker Bunnies. Alpha Doug bought me from my parents when I was fourteen. I'm eighteen now." I'm rambling, but I don't know what else to say.

The goalie, the wings, all of them looking 'handsome' thanks to Isaac’s hands. Isaac had sworn he wasn't a 'puck bunny.' He’d looked Santiago in the eye and said he wasn't part of the hockey scene. But these photos showed him up close and personal with the entire enemy pack. Santiago’s wolf saw red. He turned on his heel and stormed back into the salon. Isaac was alone, sweeping the floor, his silver hair catching the light. "You said you weren't a puck-chaser," Santiago growled, shoving his phone toward Isaac’s face.

, I chuckled nervously. Please open up and swallow me now, I begged the earth. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Carmichael?" Mr. Drebeille finally spoke. I shook my head rapidly in response, "Did I tell you, you have such lovely skin today Mr. Drebeille" "New soap?" "Yes", the burly man indulged me as he leaned back into his chair, the old stud creaking in the process. "It's called the soap of retaining my job".

“The photo---?” “Clearly photo shopped,” I replied, knowing that there was no way anyone inside the club was dealing. Or outside of it, for that matter! Sure, some of the prospects used and sometimes I was guilty of smoking a little weed myself, but never did we deal and never any of the strong shit! Least of all Bunny! Hell, the kid did exactly three things in his life: fucked, rode his bike and sat in front of his computer. And that’s usually when he ate as well… “We haven’t touched a bag of anything white for over 10 years,” Prez added and looked back at Grace, who seemed to be stunned at the revelation. Blinking, she shifted her gaze to Bunny, who just nodded his confirmation.

I never said that Hector could be like that. He's scary but I'm not scared by him. After eating I continued to the room and bathed before lying in bed. I posted a picture of our movie tickets on my story and now I just noticed that Bunny has a message shovel on it. From Bunny, I wish I could go on a date. I urge a smile, she's an artist she doesn't really have time to date. I know he can't read it but I'm still struggling. To Bunny, You will someday.