Mr O Hare Novels & Stories

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

Marcus It was a relief to finally know the big secret that had nearly torn us apart. After Simon’s story, I feel lighter, and his confession of love still has me giddy. I really must be the luckiest guy in the world to have such a perfect man love me. I can’t wait to go home and start the rest of my life with my boyfriend. My very first boyfriend. Today I have my last therapy session with Doctor Moustache. “How are you feeling about going home?” he asks, pen poised to write whatever it is he is always writing.

"And you are the latest attraction." "I'm sure you are familiar with the Rodeos your kind have created to use and abuse helpless little no-furs as your sex objects. It's sort of like that." The cruel Hare in the uniform patted Guru's head and then pulled hard on his fur. "Shall we start the bidding?" "Gentlehares." The Hare started to address an audience Guru couldn't see. "This is a treat. What we have here is not only a rare Northern Forest Blonde-fur but the world-renowned Guru."

I hope that after the opening day we will have so many investors that MAMA will be consolidated, and we will no longer need any X cent. — Good morning, Dalia. - greets Mr. X standing in front of the lecture hall. He turns towards me and lightly touches my arm. — Then I would like to talk to you in the office. —All right. - I respond with mild irritation that does not seem to affect you. —I look forward. - comments X with a slight smile.

“You are exhausted and hungry. At least that's what Mr Elvis said after talking to Doctor Ricky." "Elvis?" muttered Avelyn questioningly. She really hoped that her brain had information about Elvis, but unfortunately her brain did not have any information about Elvis. "May I know what his full name is?" “Elvis Taylor. Do you know Mr. Elvis? He is the owner of a retail chain in LA."

He tilted his head, silver-blue eyes huge and innocent. "Teacher... are you sad?" I froze, just for a second—then laughed it off. "Nope. I'm happy." Yeah, I was sad. But not because of them. Because their names still had the power to drag me back to a past full of lies. One afternoon, while I was teaching in the cabin, a tall werewolf showed up at the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding out a fat Lustre Hare. "Hi. I'm John's uncle—Aron," he said, pushing the hare toward me, voice careful.

"Okay, but--" Minos motioned for Robb to quiet down. He carefully loaded the bow with an arrow and quietly pulled it back, aiming at the shrub. Several intense heartbeats later, a small hare hopped out, oblivious to what was about to happen. Minos released the arrow and hit the creature dead straight on its neck. The young noble studied the bow again and smiled approvingly. "Not bad." Robb ran towards the dead hare and picked it up by the ear. "Well it's not a stag but, it's good enough for lunch," he proclaimed.

"Moshi moshi. Rushiasu Hanto CEO no hisho, Arura Wein desu. Shikyū, Satō Buchō ni otsunagi kudasai. Honjitsu no gidai ni kansuru kinkyū no ken desu" (Hello. This is Alura Wayne, executive assistant to CEO Lucius Hunt. I need to speak with Director Sato immediately. It is an urgent matter regarding today's agenda.)

Jade Mr. Lombardi must be a person with manic depression; that man changes his personality as though he's changing his boxers. I am pissed; the so-called lunch didn’t last for 15 minutes, and boom! Suddenly, he had to run, and I had to follow him. Nothing but anarchy exists in my life; what the actual fuck is going on?

[girl] "My mama told me about this store." Mia, tell us as we walk into the store. Mia's mama, Mariana Lopez, is a famous fashion designer. Mariana is also the woman who inspried me to design. Since the ball was planned on such short notice, Mariana couldn't design dresses for all of us, not in time at least. Mia, Gabrielle, and Charlotte grabbed a few dresses and went to the changing room to try them on.