Feels The Rabbit Novels & Stories

she said, and I abruptly find myself holding her wrist. "Rachael, this is a nice point, just summarize it as your final point, it makes a lot of sense," I blurted out without thinking twice. She looked at me and nodded before continuing her debate preparation. ' What is wrong with me? Was I developing an admiration or same-sex feelings? Admiration is looking up or having esteem for someone. I must have admired Kabir because he was brilliant, Daniel because of his angry look….This is so ridiculous,' I thought.

It hopped playfully, unaware of the tumultuous emotions that ravaged my heart. In that moment, something primal within me stirred. Frustration, anger, and the need for release surged through my veins. The rabbit became an outlet, a conduit through which I could channel my turbulent emotions. I launched myself forward, swift and decisive, closing the distance between us in an instant.

The sponge was impossibly soft, the motion deliberate and careful, the care evident in every movement. He paid attention to the marks he'd left, washing around them with a specific tenderness, like he was acknowledging what he'd done and apologizing for it at the same time. Then he turned me around. "Don't tense," he said, and his hand came to my breast. The sponge moved across the sensitive skin, and I felt a specific sensation travel directly from my breast to my core. It wasn't sexual, not exactly, but it wasn't innocent either. It was something in between intimate in a way that transcended sex.

Mom said plainly as she focused on the noise coming from the room. Mom was right. Rebecca stopped crying and protesting after that day. The sound of her laughter even frequently trickled out of the room, as if she found immense joy in what she was doing. The men who sought out Rebecca didn't stop coming, either. Every one of them entered the room full of expectations and left satisfied. They claimed Rebecca was the best rabbit-woman they'd ever slept with. Every time I took water for Rebecca, my senses were assaulted by that strange, spicy scent with a pungent note in her bedroom.

When it does, I feel everything with painful urgency. I hear the rabbit before I see it. A soft rustle, a shift in the grass. My senses lock onto it, intense, vivid, unshakeable. The small animal freezes, just as I do. It should be a quiet noise, a barely perceptible movement, but the nearness of the change twists it, amplifies it. My focus blurs, and I feel an answering tremor inside me, violent and consuming. An ache as the pull of the moon heightens every detail.

The rabbit anxiously asked her as she pulled her ears down making a total cute image in front of the viewer. Hellion blinked her eyes and said. “ Can I touch those?” She pointed her finger on her ears expectantly. The rabbit shook her head and drilled herself on the wall. Hellion retracted her arm, disappointed. Xegris then appeared behind him and glanced at the trembling rabbit lady. He raised his brows at Hellion and then pulled his attention towards the innkeeper. “We’d like to check out.” He said with a smile.

He pulled me behind him, blocking me from it. “Raphael? What is wrong?” I stared at him, a little bit surprised at his action. He thought it was odd too, but why was he acting so defensive? “That’s not a rabbit. It looks like one, but it smells like pure evil.” He snarled. “It does?” I gasped, peeking at the rabbit from behind him. The animal’s beady eyes stared at us without blinking. I held my breath, anticipating that it would do something strange. And it did.

“Easy.” It bites. Pain sears through my hand, making me feel queasy. I gasp, but don’t let go. Blood wells between my fingers. The rabbit’s teeth are too sharp. I press it to my chest, whispering through clenched teeth. “Shh. Stop. I’m not going to hurt you.” The words come out gentler than I expect. My wolf hums in agreement, recognition stirring deep inside. The rabbit trembles once, twice, then goes still. Its heart races against mine, wild and frightened, but alive.

At this moment, Foxy's ears moved, and she shouted excitedly, “Look, there’s a hole here. Could it be your nest? I heard that rabbits like to dig holes. I think this must be it!” A trace of embarrassment flashed across Rabbit's face. It leaned forward and smelled carefully. Indeed, there was a scent of his family.

In the woods, I noticed a chubby rabbit hopping around. I elbowed Fayne. “Hey, that's a rabbit over there. Should I get it?” He didn't respond, so I tip toed to the rabbit and caught it in my arms. It surprising stopped moving so I ran my fingers on its head and it leaned closer to my body. I walked over to Fayne to show him. “Look, the rabbit looks fond of me. He's good.” Fayne’s lips parted but he didn't say anything afterwards. The rabbit snuggled closer to me and I looked at it pitifully.