Sincerely The Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

The goalie crouched, but it was too late. The crack of the puck hitting the net was sharp and final. The arena erupted. Falcons 5, Eagles 3. When the buzzer sounded a minute later, it was over. The Falcons swarmed their captain, lifting him onto their shoulders. The crowd was chanting, shaking the old rafters. “Collins! Collins! Collins!” Ray Collins. My father’s favorite. The golden boy. As if he felt me staring, he turned his head where he sat on his teammates’ shoulders. His gaze, dark and intense, found mine across the crowded bleachers. It held for one second. Two.

“I’m all about love.” “Do you want something to drink, bunny?” Zander asked. “No, that’s ok, Z,” I replied. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you. The final designs for Bunny Brand are done. I’ll have to bring them by sometime this week,” Morgan advised. “Great, I’d love to see them,” I said, rubbing my belly. “WAIT!” Morgan shrieked and jumped up out of her seat. “What’s wrong, Pixie?” Dutton said as he rushed to her in a panic.

“ yes pookie “ “ don’t get on my nerves me “ Shusn walked up to me and kissed me on the lips and i hugged him tightly . “ thank you daddy , thank you for choosing me as your slut

Fair. Tiny puppies. Reasonable. Dirty puppies. God. Hungry puppies. Fair. And Peanut was feeding them crackers. Reasonable honestly. Her own crackers. God. Then silence. Fair. Complete silence. Reasonable. Nobody moved. God. Then Peanut looked up. Fair. Saw everyone. Reasonable. Then smiled. God. The biggest smile. Fair. Then proudly announced: Reasonable honestly. "My puppies." God. Finished. Fair. Absolutely finished. Reasonable. Then Ava started laughing.

Embry chuckles into the link, watching me walk over towards Ares and Benjamin who are radiating pride while watching Phoenix. “Mumma Raben! Mumma Raben I gotsted a bunny wike you!” Phoenix links excitedly while running into me with her bunny in her mouth, and everyone laughs. “You got a very good bunny, I managed to find one too,” I giggle at how adorable she is, and place my bunny next to hers making her giggle. “Bunnies good chase, fun hunt,” Phoenix admits, making me nod watching her lay down and begin to chow down on her prey.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that you are free. – Jim Morrison Turkeys and pilgrims and Indians. Pearl insisted on doing something special with their nails for Thanksgiving. Bunny was excited about it and oohed and awed. Helen smiled and kept herself from crying. When she got to the counter to pay, Freddie waved her away. “It’s paid for. Your man paid.” He smiled at Bunny. “He paid for you, too.” “Oh, that was really sweet of him.” Bunny said and Helen just gave a smile and a small Uh-huh.

"Thought you only brought puck bunnies to these things." "Careful," Darin said, his voice pleasant. "What? It's a compliment!" The guy stuck his hand out at me. "Frank. He talks about you more than he talks about drills, which is saying something because Coach has us running drills in our sleep." I shook his hand. "Mable." "We know." Another guy, shorter, darker hair, grinning just as wide. "You're the one who's got him showing up to seven a.m. skates without complaining. That alone makes you a legend."

Poppy took over before we could start fighting like two adults who should have known better. “I’ll be quick.” “And don’t forget the croissants with the crunchy ends.” “I won’t.” “And don’t buy the almond ones. Bunny is allergic.” I looked at Bunny, lying on the chair beside her. “Bunny is made of fabric, Pop.” “Bunny still has bodily rights.” Sebastian nodded as if that were a valid business statement. “Sure, Princesa.” Poppy kissed the iPad screen loudly. “Bye, Daddy!” “Bye, Capitano.”