Towel Bunny Mga Nobela at Kwento

A soft buzz lit up the black screen of his phone on the bed. He picked it up with one hand while his left lazily moved the towel over his damp hair. The lock screen showed a small preview: a waving bunny. His brows knitted in genuine confusion. Who would send him a cartoon animal at this hour? He tapped the notification. The username: CherryBunny. Clicking her profile was instinct, but the moment the screen loaded, his hand froze. The towel slipped from his damp hair, landing forgotten on his shoulder. He simply stared, the air leaving his lungs in a silent rush.

I picked it up and looked around sighing, then walked out closed the door, and went back to the room I now occupied. I changed into my night clothes and sat on the chair by the window holding the stuffed toy against me and stared out the window at the glowing world of Valaisha. It made me feel close to Galen knowing he was the one who gave me the toy when I was a young girl. I miss him a lot. I finally learned what this toy is as I have seen one in real life. It looks like a cross between a rabbit and a squirrel called a finian. It has long ears like a rabbit only with a long bushy tail like a squirrel. They have either blue or red fir. My toy is red. I cuddled the toy closer and rested my c

I nodded, thrilled by the excitement on his face. "I wasn't sure what to get you," I said, watching him walk toward the bed. "So I got you myself. Now you can rightfully say that I belong to you. Happy birthday, Hunny bunny.” T. B. C!!

I whisper, adjusting the blanket around Leyla’s surprise basket for the third time, “no yelling, no running, and no licking anything.” “Who licks things?” River deadpans, slouching along with her brand-new purple bunny slung over her shoulder like it’s survived a war. One ear is missing a chunk, and one eye is literally stitched into an X like a mildly cursed voodoo doll. She loves it. Of course she does. Two steps in front, Lili, clutching a white bunny in sequin-studded bootleg jeans, a rainbow tutu, and a sparkly unicorn crop top, walks with the proud solemnity of a bridesmaid approaching the altar.

The power of cuteness won yet again, I petty him, she has him wrapped around her little finger. “A bunny.” She giggles as the two white pointy ears of the bunny revealed themselves, a cherry blossom pink nose and a white fluffy tail, hops from her embrace. “No, Bun-bun, don’t run away.” Ever-Lee calls as she runs after the white ball of fluff. Lorenzo comes waltzing in with an exhausted look on his face but an incriminating smile. “I thought no pets?” I arch a brow at him as he plants himself on a chair.