Snowball Bunny Novels & Stories

She jumped up when she saw me. "Yo man what the fuck, you have to tell me when people are coming in here." She said gathering her pencils and shoving them under a pillow. I knew instantly that the art supplies had to be contraband. My eyes widened, I had never be seen real contraband in person. She most definitely was not assigned those tools, so how did she get them? "Relax Vixen." Fox said then gestured to me. "This is our newest, Bambi."

“Then I’m a bad liar and so are you.” --- The puck bunny appeared at 11:07. She materialized the way puck bunnies always materialized at hockey-house parties—not walking, not approaching, just *arriving*, as if the building had a ventilation system that pumped them in through the ducts when the alcohol level reached a certain threshold. Blonde. Tight black dress that was more suggestion than garment. Heels that made no sense in a basement with a piss pool. Eyes that moved across the room with the practiced efficiency of a scanner looking for the highest-value target.

The only thing on her mind now was this fucking snowball. Snowball’s blue eyes flickered towards me, and he yawned, I could tell it was mocking me—guess it’s not Thorne I should be worried about, it’s this stray white British shorthair kitten with blue eyes. “You want to go to daddy?” She asked it, as she glanced at me, and that thing better not come near me, I would throw it out the window. “Little snowball.” “How do you even come up with such a name?” I asked curiously.

Watching them depart, Samuel breathed a sigh of relief. On the cable car going down the mountain, Hilda was holding her two dogs. Since Nathan was not home and Luna had to go to school, Hilda had picked up Snowball, who went up the mountain with her and Bubbles. Bubbles was afraid of the cold, so it was dressed in a thick coat, it's large body curled up and shivering in Connie's arms. Meanwhile, Snowball was not afraid of the cold at all and excitedly ran around 'naked' with its tongue out.

“Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?” Ethan lifts the rabbit to his ear, pretending to listen intently then nodding along as if the bunny is speaking to him. “He says he’s a boy, and he calls himself Mr. Fluff though you can give him a nickname if you like, and yes, he is white because he comes from the arctic, though he’s only ever visited the north pole itself.” “Daddy ask him if he’s wild!” Paisley chirps excitedly.

I finally felt as if a big burden had been lifted off my shoulders. "So what's your wolf's name?" He asked me. "Snow," I replied. "Beautiful! I didn't know you were capable of hiding your scent." He smiled. "I'm also capable of doing other things. You might have heard about my gift." He nodded and then I explained what else I could do and he was shocked, but then he admitted he was very proud to have a strong Luna like me as his mate. "But there is more you need to know." I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face.

"Hey, it's okay look Lorraine. We had worse, and yours we can handle. You are really beautiful, and poised, and very well mannered. That's why I said you can buy back your horse, in no time when we first met. I've got several clients that would willingly spend a hundred grand, for one night with your company." I was stunned, speechless. I know they're billionaires but... and I know that's not a lot of money for them. But I've been scrapping off money selling off my designer stuff and it's really taking me that long to come up with just a third of that. And for me, that sounds like a lot of money. Damn it!

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

Matthew was dressed in a handsome little suit, clearly from a well-bred family. "Why are you alone here?" Lyra asked. Matthew shook his head, "I'm not alone, I have Snowball!" He turned and darted back into the bushes, wiggling and twisting. Lyra was puzzled. What was this little guy doing? "Snowball, come out quickly, don't embarrass me!" As Matthew spoke, he dragged out two white dog legs from the bushes. Under Lyra's surprised gaze, he dragged out the whole dog. It was a large, pure white Samoyed, excitedly circling Lyra.