Novel & Cerita Death Inspires Me Like A Dog Inspires A Rabbit

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

His expression was irritated, but Thea could see that he had also felt that spark between them when he’d touched her. If Thea were feeling particularly fanciful, she could almost imagine that he sounded concerned. She pointed. “There’s a rabbit stranded on an island in the middle of the creek. I was going to get it.” He stared at her. “A rabbit. You were about to kill yourself to save a rabbit.”

Jacob exhaled slowly as he made his way out of the police station. He didn’t know she could run off and disappear immediately without a trace. His mind was conflicted. He felt he did the right thing by letting that girl go, but this sort of feeling always got to him prior to a betrayal or deceit. This has been the reason why he'd become rigid and authoritative to his staff. Allow them sniff weakness or pity from you, boom, they bring out their devious cards.

Aria still wasn't there. I picked up my phone, thought about calling her, and stopped. She was probably still angry. She wouldn't pick up. Forget it. And the way I'd just lost it when I thought she was dead—it disgusted me. My wolf had been silent for over a day. And I still came apart at the seams over her. The fated mate bond was that strong, even now. People said the bond was the Moon Goddess's greatest gift to wolves. To me it always felt like a chain.

My eyebrows furrowed, confused at the topic he just brought up, "What made you think about all this now?" He gave me a light shrug, "It's just when I saw you like that, when I thought you were going to die, it...it scared me even more." He said, "I think you are right, I think death hurts the people around us more than it hurts us," His gaze drifted away and a loud breath left him as an exhale, "Because even though I am so scared of death, at that moment," He looked back at me again, "I wished that I was the one in your place because...it would hurt less."

My eyes looked around the room, not seeing anyone yet they had been there, they had been standing near my bed where they dumped the dead rabbit. My heart broke a thousand times, taking slow steps to get a better look. I did not know what it meant but it meant nothing good. I did not know what I did to these wolf people. I picked up the rabbit, its eyes wide and drained of life, the tears filling my eyes having them swimming on their own pool. “I am sorry.” The whisper pulled from me. I brushed its fur, pulling the cover and wrapping the rabbit with it to walk out of the room. I made my way out of the house, my feet slow, still not really processing the magnitude of the threat I just receive

The bunny tried wrestling itself out of my hands but to no such luck, not when its beautiful coat started to fall out leaving it without its beauty. I trail one of my long nails down its red skin, it contiues to tremble. "So ugly now. Do you not prefer it?" I asked, knowing that the animal could not speak. "I think it suits you." I started to chant again and breathed in the scent of burning rabbit meat. I let the bunny fall down on the dirt, barely able to stand as it burns alive. "How beautiful." I whispered watching death call upon the small creature. "Utterly stunning." I cackled and walked away from the now dead bunny. Pitiful, I always preferred pigs anyway.

“You will not get rid of me that easily Rabbit. We are fully bonded mates now, and only death will part us until we have both crossed over to the spirit world and find each other again.” I shuddered. I could not be stuck with this asshole for all eternity and not even find peace from him in death. That was assuming I even made it to their spirit world at all and not burned in hell or whatever punishment awaited me when I kicked the bucket. And with the way things were going, that would likely be sooner rather than later.

"You’re lying, and not even trying to make it believable!" "I know you must be heartbroken, and that’s why you’re telling such a monstrous lie. I promise I won’t punish him—please, let him come back." By the end, Anthony’s voice trembled with emotion. I looked at him, and by now, I no longer felt sadness or anger. All the hope I once had in him had died with my son. "I am an adult wolf, a powerful Luna, and I can fabricate memories. But Lucas, a cub who’s so terrified he wets himself, his memories are undoubtedly true."

Ethan patted himself on the chest and said, "Liv is dead. She left me behind. "She's such a timid person. She must be so afraid. I have to go with her …"