A Rope Bunny Novels & Stories

Because she rose a bit too quickly, her foot caught the edge of a nearby landscape stone. Thud— The broken-eared rabbit rolled down the mossy slope, slipping through the thin blades of spring grass, before coming to a halt directly against the chain-link perimeter fence at the absolute boundary of the farm. "Wait there, sweetheart. Mommy will get it." Before Avery could even stand, Dorothea was already moving on her short legs, her footsteps pattering rapidly across the grass toward the boundary line. The little girl crouched beside the iron wire, retrieving the rabbit by its ear and gently patting the loose dirt from its fabric torso.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

The shimmering amber light made the forest look like a fragile tapestry. “Oh!” She jumped on her feet when she heard a shrub move behind her. A white baby rabbit hopped away, probably scared by the scared human girl. “Aww, come here cutie, I won’t eat you, I promise.” She squatted down, talking to the fleeing bunny, what she never expected was for it to halt and return to her. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her jaw hitting the floor.

Just as Summer was about to ask James how he felt, they reached the lowest point, and with a whoosh, the rope bounced them back up into the air. Thanks to its excellent elasticity, the rope bounced them back up after reaching the bottom. This triggered a second round of screams as they were unexpectedly hoisted back up. During the ascent, even the usually composed James let out a scream while showing a face filled with fear. It was a very interesting sight. Summer rarely saw James show any signs of fear. Now, as they embraced each other closely, she could see his expressions clearly. The rope continued to swing back and forth several times, moving from top to bottom and back up again, before

Rosie thinks the girl is a total fake; her smile makes Rosie roll her eyes. "Rosie this is Rhea, my friend and Rhea this is Rosie, my umm cousin haha." Ryan introduces them to eachother. Rosie wants to roll her eyes but she doesn’t, she just nods along and looks away at the tv. She already doesn’t like him with her; they come and sit on the large double sofa next to the single one Rosie is sitting on. Ryan passes her one of the pizza boxes and keeps one for them. He goes to Netflix and plays a horror movie. Rosie secretly rolls her eyes knowing too well, why he did that. She angrily starts stuffing her mouth with pizza. Rhea cuddles with him, from Rosie’s side it seems like she's sitting on

Oh, plus those long ears, their height would be 8’6 or something. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the back of the big bunny – all white fluff and curved perfectly in a mid-arc. Then I realized he kind of looked muscled, and how I wish I had the power to become invisible, or possibly order the books or the ground to swallow me whole, or probably teleport myself to somewhere safe and away from this huge masculine rabbit. “Hello.”, his voice was deep and rich for a rabbit. I still didn’t move for fear of it pouncing me if I so move an inch of my muscle.

Josephine explained, “These ropes are binding them together, but the knots are actually connecting their hearts. If I’m not mistaken, the knots were carefully made by Sis Angeline, and the trumpet creepers in the middle represent Angeline’s life force. Meanwhile, the two Turk’s head knots at the end represent these two little bunnies. One is Jenson, and the other one is… Baby Robbie.” Zayne exclaimed afterward, “Ack, so this little hoodlum is Baby Robbie?” He recalled how he was so frightened by Baby Robbie during this period of time that he started to feel silly now. He could not stop his anger from showing. While he pulled his sleeves up, he went around looking for a broom. Then, he fierce

I climbed on the bed, feeling extra exposed. “Now it’s time for the fun.” He said and walked around the bed, grabbed my left leg, and rested my arm on top of it. My skin prickled at his touch. He wrapped the rope around my wrist and ankle and knotted it. The rope was surprisingly soft against my skin. It was shiny too, which made me believe it wasn’t regular rope. “Wait… what is this?” Marion repeated the motion, this time around the top of my calf and the crease of my arm. “This is bamboo bondage rope. It shouldn’t burn or irritate your skin.”

The exciting part came. She brought two different ropes, one red and the other black. I was eager to see how artistic she was when it came to bondage. I felt myself getting excited as the rope came into contact with my skin. She started with one arm. I watched, dazed, as she tied each knot loosely yet perfectly, wrapping it around my forearm before repeating the process. Blended together, the black and red rope created a beautiful art. "Too tight?" She asked me continuously.

Robert suddenly said. "What is it?" "Do you know who Mr. Bunny is?" Belle was surprised. "What do you need Mr. Bunny for?" "He's an old friend. I need to meet him." An old friend. Belle quickly tried to remember if she had bumped into Robert at any point when she was disguised as Mr. Bunny. She couldn't remember a single thing. She had no idea why Robert would see Mr. Bunny as an old friend. She stared at him, unsure whether or not she should tell him that she was Mr. Bunny.