Mr Rabbit Novels & Stories

I scrolled through them absentmindedly until one username in the online list caught my eye. Tiger. Without overthinking it, I opened a private chat. Rabbit: Hi... do you mind if I bother you for a minute? I need some advice about my marriage. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding as I waited for a reply. A few seconds later, a notification popped up. Tiger: Hi, Rabbit. Of course. Go ahead. I'm listening. I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment before my fingers finally began typing.

Mikki's ear flickers to me and back as we run, snow flying up behind us. The rabbit darts left again but then turns right, as if it couldn't make up its mind in which direction to go. I jump forward to grab the rabbit my paws sink into soft snow as the rabbit scurries away from me. As second later I hear a squeal and turn my head to see Mikki's paws on the rabbit. It was dusted a light grey, its face white as its eyes were wide as it squirmed under Mikki's paws. Mikki yaps and looks down at it as it struggles. It freezes as Mikki's leans down to poke it with her nose but she recoils a second later yelping loudly.

"I don't know any holy stories, My Lady." "Not holy," Miya snapped, then softened. "Something... simple. From your life." "Well," Finn started shakily. "When I was a boy... my mother kept rabbits. One of them, a little white one with a black ear... he thought he was a dog." Miya opened one eye. "A dog?" "Yes," Finn smiled, forgetting his fear for a second as his hands worked up to her knee. "He would chase the sheep. He would bark—well, squeak—at the mailman. He didn't know he was small. He just knew he was brave."

Sophia giggled, reaching to wrap her arms around Henry. She did not think it would have been so easy to spin this tale and she had thought somehow he wasn’t going to believe a word she had said. Henry was ever so gullible and when his mother had approached her to leave him, offering such huge amount of money, she had not hesitated neither had she looked back. She had tried to invest the money in some beauty scheme and it had crashed leaving her penniless which is why she was back. Why have the milk when you could get the whole cow?

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

‘Thank you…by the way don’t move close to that type of animals…not all rabbit are docile’. ‘I know, it’s a Dagi rabbit… it paralyzes its prey with the toxins in the claw then eats them up’ ivory explains ‘by the way where’s its claw’. ‘I put them in your bag’ Alfred replies staring at her. ‘Can you guys keep it down, I’m trying to sleep here’ indigo says as he yawns. ‘Well it’s time to wake up, can’t you see it almost dawn’ ivory says looking at the sleepy indigo ‘we should get moving’.

The boy ask as everyone burst into laughter. "I think bitter! Brandon rasped in as he do his face like someone who had eaten cheat. " Hmmm Gross, I'm definitely not eating This! "You should definitely not eat if because after that, a lot of Myself thing will happen to you which includes you hearing some noise in your stomach. Rabbit is a very dangerous animal to eat because it's poisonous. "Oh my gosh! I'm definitely not eating this. That means I have to stay hungry. He utter with a frightening face.

The rabbit had been the parents’, and they’d love that white-furred, black-eyed little creature in a way that showed me just how to love other such creatures. They’d told me never to bathe a rabbit in water because it could die of shock and that rabbits groomed themselves just fine. They’d made sure the rabbit, Mr. Wobbles, had plenty of fresh water and fed it hay and treats. They shown me how to pet him and how to wait patiently until he wanted to be petted.

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

[RABBIT] Rabbit noticed the bruise while brushing his teeth that morning. A deep purple mark curved faintly along the side of his neck, ugly against pale skin. It sat just beneath his jawline, half-hidden unless he tilted his head the wrong way. “…shit.” He quickly dropped the toothbrush into the sink and grabbed at the collar of his hoodie, pulling the fabric higher. Still visible. Barely. But visible. His stomach twisted instantly. “Perfect.”