Snowball Bunny Novels & Stories

She rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging my tightly. “Th-ank you..” she cried softly. “You’re very welcome, Violette.” I sighed as her scent began to come back to me and fill my nose. I was glad the mask was wearing off. “So.. Snowball? How long have you had him?” I asked as she pulled away. “Y-yes.. my beautiful Sn-nowball . I’ve had him for ma-ny years.. he was a gift from my m-mother for my 12th birth.. birthday.” She said sadly.

"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."

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

I said, then continued to write a letter. “About that…” Sabrina said. “Is there something wrong?” I asked her. “The headmaster also told us to hold the hunting competition 3 days from now,” she replied. I clenched my hand as my aura became dark. Because of my grip on my quill pen, it broke in half. I unclenched my hand and looked at my quill pen. “What should we do about it?” Leo asked as I saw him stood up and walked towards me. He grabbed my right hand, then wiped it.

I wasn’t sure but it seemed like a female. “I think it is”. I answered. She nodded. “What are you going to name her?”. She asked again. I hadn’t thought of a name for her, my mind had been too occupied I suppose. I stared down at her, she was curled like a ball on my lap, and it was sparkling white like snow, I had the perfect name for her. “Snowball”. I said. She cringed slightly. “Sounds great honey”. She said with a saccharine sweetness that sickened me. “But shouldn’t you name her something elegant, like Claudia, Celia, you know”.

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"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."