Angry Rabbit Novels & Stories

The owner of the hand sat up in the dirt. It was a middle-aged woman, her clothes ragged, and her countenance drawn and weary. However, a closer look at her features told me she'd been beautiful when she was young. She held my gaze for a long moment before saying, "Get out of here. You don't belong here!" I thought she meant I'd intruded upon her territory. I gave a hurried nod. "I'll get out of your hair right now!" She called out after me, "Don't become a rabbit-woman! Get out of this hellhole! Don't trust anyone! Leave and never come back!"

He shrugged, and on gazing at her, a smile twitched on his lips "You look cuter when angry... Like this rabbit I owned when I was little, her name was Ritz." Rosie's heart melted against her will, but she still kept a strong stance. She was not going to turn jelly just because he had compared her to his rabbit. Who even does that? She hardened her face, and peered at him through her nose. "Don't compare me to a fucking rabbit. I'm a human being and a hot looking one at that..."

Angelo smiled triumphantly at his thought- while the rabbit suddenly woke up from his deep sleep and looked at Angelo with astonishment in his eyes. Angelo felt the rabbit’s stares, so he grinned wickedly, which immediately startled the rabbit. The rabbit immediately ran away from Angelo and hid in the farthest corner of the house because of fear. Angelo touched his jaw and thought, “Are my smiles that scary?” Angelo just ignored the rabbit and focused his attention on the show on the television. He laughed loudly because of the gag show shown on the television. The skits are funny, and the comedians were also entertaining- he’s enjoying what he is seeing.

Rabbit replied smoothly despite his pounding heart and spinning vision, “but if you leave marks, management charges extra.” Money. Always redirect to money. The customer cursed under his breath but finally leaned back. Rabbit smiled again. Nyx smiled again. Even while his throat throbbed. Even while anger burned hot beneath his skin. And the moment he escaped that room— The smile vanished instantly. By the time he reached the employee bathroom, he was furious, bile practically sitting at the end of his tongue. “Fucking asshole,” Rabbit hissed, gripping the sink tightly. His neck already turning a purple hue.

Notice: Hi. This is the author of “Down the Rabbit Hole”. This is a short notice that everything in this story is purely fictional. All characters, settings, and pieces of information are purely all from the creator’s mind. Others, that you may find similar to what you have seen, you have read, all of those are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any matter without prior notice or permission of the copyright owner. It’s a world of fantasy to be in, and a world where we can runaway, so hold on, Mi Estrellas.

It was a little baby rabbit. "Oh a wild rabbit, how cute!" I said. "It is quite cute, isn't it?" Ambrose said quietly while stroking the rabbit's fur. "So soft and delicate." Ambrose traced his finger around its neck and I had a bad feeling about it. "What are you planning on doing with it?" I asked. "So fragile," Ambrose repeated as if he didn't even hear me talking to him. "You could just grab his neck and snap it in half. It would be so easy," Ambrose said with a blank face.

Bright yellow fur, twitching whiskers, and eyes like tiny gemstones that looked far too judgmental for a woodland creature. “Mr. Yellow,” I sighed, plopping down on an overturned crate. “Still bitter, still furry.” “And you,” the rabbit sniffed, grooming his paw, “still reckless. Escaping the castle, risking your life, when your so-called mates could protect you. Tsk. I should have let the forest swallow you years ago.” “You tried, remember? And I lived. So technically, I win.” The rabbit thumped his foot, scowling. “You call this winning? You’re powerless, hunted, and apparently incapable of staying out of political messes.”

However, it was only temporary. Aria was startled to notice that a slew of red auras had appeared along the path her deity had taken to flee. A closer look revealed that it was a bloody rabbit. It was not the first time Aria had fought Agatha. As a result, she was very clear about this type of rabbit. The Holy Rabbit was Agatha's crushing divine ability. This was a suicide rabbit, which was extremely difficult to deal with because each rabbit carried the supreme law energy, the holy power. These rabbits would never stop attacking the target.

He was holding a white rabbit to his face as he's crying. " What in the world happened to you?!" " Oh! No! The butcher has spotted you! Be free my friend! Be free!! But if you go then I'll be breaking 14 ladies' hearts! Oh! What a cruel fate!" " Oh! God! Don't tell me!" I sighed as I held my head. " Terry! Can we please not use rabbits as test subjects?! I mean just look at how cute they are!! With their long little ears and twitching little noses!! And their soft poofy tail!! JUST LOOK AT THE POOFY TAILS!!"