Bitter Rabbit Black Butler の小説・ストーリー

It felt so surreal seeing it in person. Alpha Holden of Crimson pack, son of Luna Soyra... "Your mother would be proud," I breathed in heavily as I reminisced about my own family, all lacking proper burial sites. Suddenly, there was a small rustle from the bushes that caught my attention. It was a small white rabbit, curiously venturing closer to us. The rabbit's black eyes were tracking the floor, while its whiskers flickered in the air. Damian curiously raised his eyebrows and looked to me. "What's it doing?"

She picked it up. "I'm sorry buddy" she whispered before sinking her fangs into the animal. Blood hit her taste buds as she drank. The rich liquid quenching her thirst. Bianca drank until there was nothing left she then lifted her head and wiped her chin. The rabbit now lifeless, its eyes glass - like staring into nothingness. "I'll be back" , she said and stood from the wooden log which they sat on.

It's some kind of chicken with a sauce I don't know, "I'm not bothering you?" "No, not at all. I made butter chicken, do you like it?" he asks and I nod because even though I've never tasted it, it smells delicious and it's not meat so it’s no problem. William smiles, "You seriously want to live with an alpha you’ve only seen once?" "You're Olivia’s friend, you're kind and seem to be a good person. You're not going to torture and kill me, are you?" I ask, looking at him with narrowed eyes that make him laugh audibly and shake his head, "Then I do want to live with you."

Akira's response was immediate: "Great! Meet me at The Black Rabbit in an hour." Shirosaki dressed carefully, as always, in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. He checked his reflection in the mirror, smoothing down his hair one last time. The man staring back at him looked put together, unshakable. But Shirosaki knew better. Beneath the polished exterior, his heart was a tangle of longing and fear. The Black Rabbit was a dimly lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of Shibuya. Akira was already there, perched on a stool at the bar and nursing a whiskey. He waved when he saw Shirosaki, his face breaking into a wide smile.

And when I heard a distinct tapping noise on one of the tall glass windows, I let out a small scream and scrambled backwards, causing the textbook to fall out of my lap, and Chicken to let out a loud meow. "Are you crazy?" I shouted, looking back at the window when I had gained back my composure. Blake passed me a small sheepish grin from the other side of the glass doors and jerked his head ever so slightly, almost as if asking me to open them. I realized then that it was raining heavily outside, and he must've been soaked by now. I narrowed my gaze at him and took my time to think before standing up and trudging towards the glass windows. I unlatched the window and slowly opened them. "Wha

Shivansh heard Neela's playful voice before entering the living room and a frown appeared on his forehead. Entering the room, a smile appeared on his face unknowingly. He leaned on the door folding his arms and started watching Niyati and Neela who were busy playing blind man's buff. He smiled noticing Neela pushing Niyati then and now. Niyati was trying hard to catch Neela but the little kitten wasn't easy to catch.

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all