Sincerely The Puck Bunny Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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.”

She grabbed a pack of Hostess Twinkies out of the bag. "So you're really okay? I know I shouldn't say this, but I could never deal with what you've gone through," Bunny said sadly. "I can barely handle one little-old gunfight without freaking out. I mean, I've done karate since I was like twelve, but --"

I needed to shift the focus, and the only thing more pressing than my sister’s demands for a Luna was the pack's defense. “We have a game coming up with the Paxon wolves,” I say, ignoring her lethal ultimatum completely. “If Alex’s on their team, they’ll work her hard to get her on the rink. Make sure Vicky’s training stays tight. I don’t want our defense slacking.” “Valen.” She grits the name out, the veins standing out on her neck. “I’m serious. Put Vicky on the ice longer. Keep the outer wings clear—”

I throw the puck up. "Yes." And he catches it. "But you still gawked at him just a few minutes ago." "And I also couldn't stop thinking of the ghostface or how I enjoyed being fucked by him." "Jesus Christ, Ash. When did your straight ass become curved?" I chuckle at that, and he throws the puck. "My mom will kill me." "And burn you. Then ghostface. Then Remington." "I tried watching gay p**n but I didn't like it. My body didn't even give any reaction" I say like it should justify that I'm not gay. That there's a glitch in my system.

In a split second, I watched how he swiftly picked up the puck on the blade of the stick, controlling it like a lacrosse player cradling the ball. As he lifted his stick, time seemed to slow. With a flick of his wrist, Hayes tucked the puck around the post, and it soared into the top of the net, leaving the goaltender grasping at air. Holy shit! The final buzzer sounded and sealed our victory. 4-3. The guys poured onto the rink, shouting and chanting. At first, I didn’t hear what they were saying until I listened hard. “Seven!” “Seven!” “Seven!”

"What?" "What made you think that?" She pointed toward my jersey. "The jersey." I looked down, then back at her. Then down at the jersey again. "I still don't understand." The girl laughed. "That's what puck bunnies do." I frowned. "What the hell is a puck bunny?" Her eyes widened. "You don't know?" "No." She looked genuinely shocked. Like I'd just admitted I didn't know how to breathe. "A puck bunny is basically a hockey player's girlfriend."