The Bunny Graveyard Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

"I think we need some more practice, don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Clara." ------------ ---------------- A week later . . . ------------ ---------------- Bunny was trying really hard not to laugh as they pulled into a Rent-A-Storage facility near Dublin, Georgia. For the entire trip, she had been picking up the brown paper sack next to Shamira's seat, showing it to her, and grinning like a madman. A peanut-butter sandwich, some applesauce, a now-empty blood pack, and a banana.

He yanks me by one arm, pulling me with such force it actually hurts. "Ow! Stop!" I shout, but he puts his other hand over my mouth, walking me down the hill until I see the cemetery, the same familiar place I know very well. "Do you see that gravestone?" he growls, pointing in the direction of Zack's resting place. "Yeah. Why?" I say in my best bitch voice. He turns me around to face him, his hands tight on my shoulders. "Because you'll be buried next to him if you do not listen to me carefully!" His words feel like they're cutting into my flesh.

Jose lay awake staring at the ceiling. He slipped out of bed and checked his phone in the bathroom. One message from an unknown number. A photo of Elias's grave at night, dirt freshly turned. Then another, right behind it. Camille's old number. I did what you were too weak to do. Jose's stomach dropped through the floor. He wanted to throw the phone. He wanted to crawl back into bed and fuck Camille again until his brain went quiet. He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain.

Suddenly the rustling sound of dry leaf from behind the tree took my attention as without thinking anything I slowly stepped towards it and was surprised to see the little white bunny trying to dig himself a hole. A small smile came on my lips as I felt my lips widen as the memory of my childhood hit me. Not being able to resist any longer I bend down and picked the bunny in my arms who was clearly shocked by my presence but soon relaxed in my arms as he faced me and then... . . To be continued... . Don't forget to let me know your views on the story on the mane page of the story in the reviews section and do let know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section.....

It wasn’t a root after all. Then I saw a graveyard; there was also a small shovel next to a new grave which I assume is the one where Rose buried Mr. Bun Bun. So this is the one Cassius told me where Rose buried her poor rabbits. A squeal escaped my lips when a strong grip pulled my cloak. “Keep quiet, mother!” I heard a soft voice whisper in my ear. My eyes widen at the pair of emeralds staring at me, “Rosamund?” I scanned her appearance, “Are you alright? What happened?” I looked at the unconscious bodies on the ground and then glared at Rosamund.

I respond, keeping my voice cold and flat. Darren steps through the hallway threshold, his scarred face twisting into deep confusion as he tracks the high-intensity sound waves bouncing through the sub-level bunker. He locks onto Vicky’s aggressive posture, barking, "Has your inner beast lost its tracking coordination, Vicky? Why are your fingers not running drills on your violin strings inside the tactical vault? Your unit belongs with the rest of the vanguard platoon right now."

Her nose was red, and I could tell that she was falling sick. Despite that, she ignored the discomfort. Her first thought was to inspect me. Bunny slipped from my hands and dropped to the floor. She burst into tears when she saw the plushie that was just as lifeless as me drop onto the floor. Then, she began to shake me while dribbling snot, “Mommy, even if you don’t want me anymore, why don’t you want Bunny?”

Chapter 14: Hope and Love Annie found herself at the graveyard. The rain was pouring onto her head. She realized since her confrontation with first Grace Jones then Jenny Casey, she has made two powerful enemies. It doesn’t matter; she refuses to back down. Her eyes landed on the gravestone where her husband’s name was engraved. A deep frown marred her expression. The big question now, who did she bury? Why did the doctor lie to her? This is questions that needs answers. She needs help but her best friend was heartbroken.

With one last glance at the crying Audrey, Bunny heaved a sigh and stomped out of the room while Vanessa turned her attention to Audrey again who was shivering and muttering something under her breath. “People like you deserve to have this kind of panic attack every day because you are a liar and a hypocrite, a killer” Vanessa spat angrily before throwing the pillow angrily on the ground and walking away leaving Audrey to deal with her nightmares. The moment she was out of the room , she came face to face with Bunny again and hissing out loudly, she walked away with her shoulder raised high. It was at this point that Bunny sauntered back into Audrey’s room and saw how helpless she looked. Te

I say, hoping Elliot is pulling my chain like he did with the bear spray, but he doesn't look back or laugh this time. A tiny gray bunny, one that couldn't be older than adolescence and probably born in the spring, hops on the trail in front of Elliot. He stops, and I almost run into his backend, too mesmerize with the furry animal. The bunny stops in the middle of the trail and cocks his head in our direction, its nose twitching. Then, even though neither of us move, the bunny hops the other way crashing through the wilderness to the other side of the trail. "Did you see?" Elliot asks pointing to the empty space.