Lucky The Rabbit Novels & Stories

"Dad, are you okay? Mindy's always causing trouble." Graham angrily wiped the mud from his face and shoved me into the nanny's arms. "The shaman said she's a lucky star, the bringer of fortune... Why is she acting like that so suddenly?" Jade bit her lip and muttered, "She's been born for a year now, but she hasn't brought us much luck. Maybe it's all a lie? The other day, she bit me while I was looking after her. She doesn't look like a lucky star at all. In fact, she..."

I increased the pressure, causing the knife to cut into Regina's skin and drops of blood to bead. Regina didn't look the least bit flustered. Instead, she met me with an innocent expression. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. What does your bad luck have to do with me? I was born lucky. Of course, I'm luckier than normal people!" I let out a cold laugh, my mind racing. "Let me think. When did you start to get lucky? Oh, right after I had that kidney surgery…"

The rabbit that’s been chasing the clock for a good while. “Think deep and be cautious, for the one that you trust, is someone that you shouldn’t have. JK.” Once more warning him, which he never and didn’t need in the very first place. He stayed quiet, and only wanted her to narrate the book that he now finds a bit interesting in a different way. “The Rabbit PULLS A WATCH OUT OF HIS WAISTCOAT POCKET and runs across the field and DOWN A HOLE.”

Near the western cabins, Nora sorted clothing into piles while Lily sat cross-legged beside her with a backpack open in her lap. The little girl looked up as Evelyn approached. "Do you think the fox should come?" Evelyn glanced at the stuffed animal in question. One ear bent at an odd angle, giving it a permanently suspicious expression. "The fox absolutely comes." Lily looked relieved. "I thought so." "What happened to the rabbit?" "The fox is braver." Evelyn nodded solemnly. "That's a valid point." Nora laughed softly and shook her head. The sound faded once Lily returned her attention to the backpack.

Everyone who has heard the announcement clapped their hands with envy. "I'm sorry, Mr. Professor. But I didn't remember joining any contest or raffles to win these tickets." Ellen returned the tickets to their professor. Before their professor explained everything, Ellen tried to guess where the tickets came from. However, the only thing she could think of was her best of luck. All the best news that happened in her life was simply because she believe in her luck. Nothing more, nothing less that could explain it. Their professor then explained to her how she got the free tickets. She explained that the tickets come from Vladimir which was supposed to be his gift for her and Rodney. But becau

I whisper, adjusting the blanket around Leyla’s surprise basket for the third time, “no yelling, no running, and no licking anything.” “Who licks things?” River deadpans, slouching along with her brand-new purple bunny slung over her shoulder like it’s survived a war. One ear is missing a chunk, and one eye is literally stitched into an X like a mildly cursed voodoo doll. She loves it. Of course she does. Two steps in front, Lili, clutching a white bunny in sequin-studded bootleg jeans, a rainbow tutu, and a sparkly unicorn crop top, walks with the proud solemnity of a bridesmaid approaching the altar.

But in this moment, all those complex emotions melted into the simplest, softest one—tenderness. "A little," he said quietly. "But it's better now." Rancy thought for a moment, held up the rabbit in her hand, and held it out to him seriously. "Then you hold Hoppy. Hoppy makes people brave." The room fell silent for a moment. Then, even Ethan, who was always the most restrained, had to look away to hide the wetness in his eyes. Ryan looked at the plush rabbit, and a small smile slowly spread across his lips, while his eyes quietly reddened. He reached out to take it, his voice low. "Thank you."

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

“Oh.” “You have nothing to fear from me,” she says. “I will not say a word about it to anyone. If there is anything I would gossip about, it is the fact that I shared a drink with the woman who controls an army of rogues and how young she is. I mean, you can't be more than twenty five, right?” “Twenty three, to be exact,” I tell her. “I will add another year by next month.” “Like I said, impressive. So, please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Kaylee Barnes. Luna of the Herring pack,” she says as she extends a hand.

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.”