Baxter Rabbit Novels & Stories

she said stubbornLy hugging the cage vibrating the baby rabbit. “You’re not taking him anyway with you, I found the bunny so it was mine first” I said ignoring the shocked look on my soldier's face when they heard her call the rabbit ‘Little Aiden’. “But the bunny is mine, you gifted me on my birthday “ she whined , her hands tightening on the cage. “You can have the bunny in exchange for a bottle sample of your blood” I said, dragging the cage out of her grip and giving one of my soldiers to hold it for me.

They have similar features so I'm assuming they are brothers. " Hi I'm Brendan and this is Bryan. I was the one who found your wolf when he was trapped before." Trapped? Forest didn't tell me anything about that so I made a mental note to ask him about it later. " I know you can't talk so we wanted to know if it was ok for our mother to teach you sign language. I know that you can communicate with us through mind link, but what if you're talking to someone outside of our pack?" Brendan stated as he looks at me with genuine concern. I guess I could try, so I nodded my head.

I switch on while Will tinkers with his phone, then a few seconds later, an image opens up: recognisably Baxter, arm-in-arm with a woman. She's maybe five-six, medium build, figure good but not spectacular. The hair is mid-brown, straight and shoulder-length. Her face is largely hidden behind huge sunglasses, but what is visible is highly made-up: the lips a deep crimson, skin both high and low-lighted to emphasise the chin and cheekbones.

She still looked and sounded a little glum. As Manik walked to his car, he searched for that cartoon and forwarded it to Nandini. Back in her hospital room, Nandini picked up her phone to see what he'd sent. It was a link of a video along with a message. "Did you know bunnies can also throw temper tantrums?" Nandini clicked the link. Sure enough, it was a video of a cute and very small sized pet rabbit stomping its back feet when being told off by its owner. She smiled before texting him back.

Jai and Darrion walked together in the plains. Darrion was holding a blue bunny as big as a calf with a smile on his face. The bunny didn’t seem to protest and instead, it tried to lean its back to the windlet often, as if trying to get even more closer. There were several blue and green rabbits with the normal giant size hopping alongside the two humans. One particular bunny bigger than the rest, almost the size of an elephant but still considerably shorter than the trunked animal, was walking on Jai’s right. The bunny’s pace was slow, as if trying to match Jai and Darrion’s footsteps. It didn’t seem to be alerted at all walking beside the two and seemed very relaxed.

Then he crouched slowly, lowering himself until he was eye level with Leo. Elena had seen Adrian Blackwood silence boardrooms and make grown men nervous with one look. But now there was something unfamiliar in his face. Uncertainty. “If you want me to be,” Adrian said quietly. Leo studied him for a long moment. Then he held out his stuffed rabbit. “This is Bunny. He’s poorly sometimes too.” Adrian accepted the rabbit with both hands, as if Leo had handed him something priceless. “I’ll be careful with him.” Elena had to look away.

she replied kindly. I remained in my position then added, “have a please y time with the Queen, Princesses.” I turned to the one holding the first cage, “open!” I shouted, and he did just as I had asked. He then runs to the next cage to wait and open once I finish this hunt. It was a white rabbit. It reminded me of Irvan; good, perhaps killing a pathetic creature that resembles him would calm my anger, placing just a bit of my power in the arrow that takes the bunny in one shot, “Open!”

Older rabbit-women were segregated from the younger ones. While young rabbit-women were tasked with producing bloodstones, the older rabbit-women were in charge of producing the next generation of men and rabbit-women. The men also gave these older rabbit-women full prerogative over their younger counterparts. The rabbit-women whose wards had the best track records would be given full food rations. Those who did not would be sold off to the brothel so that older, weaker men with fetishes could have them. As for the young rabbit-women under their care, they would be sent to other households.

Do you want me to open it myself? After the "gifts" of fucking Harry, he personally developed a sickly phobia, his palms sweated, even if he unwrapped a gift from his mother at Christmas. "I don't think there's a bomb," she smiled. Austin sniffed excitedly at the hole in the box, scratched it with his paw. Kit knelt down before sending, pulled the ends of the ribbons, untying them, lifted the cardboard lid and covered her mouth with her hand - two round, attentive, dull blue eyes looked at her from the box. Fishing a fat, furry, terribly serious puppy out of the box, she hugged him to her chest. Tears rolled down their cheeks. The card was attached to the collar:

-Rose is already spoiling you- he says pretending to be angry. -No way, not at all- I say and we both laugh. The dark-haired man looks at us a little bit surprised. -Oh, this is Jack, Jack, this is my niece Kara- he smiles and holds out his hand to me, I accept it. He's a little taller than me. Bob gives her some exercises and sends me to the treadmill. I spend twenty minutes running to warm up. Then he sends me out to do sit-ups, squats and push-ups. Some people stare at me but I ignore them.