Murderous Bunny Novels & Stories

He went into the study, showered, then changed into a clean set of clothes. He was fuming. That brat was stupid and unreasonable! Grayson had just returned to his room when his phone rang. He answered the call in annoyance. "Speak!" "Mr. Page, Angry Bunny has appeared!" "Who?" "The person we've been looking for, Mr. Bunny." Grayson's expression instantly changed. But after staying silent for a moment, he asked, "Isn't he a guy?" "Yes." "Then why is he called Angry Bunny?" The person was stunned for a moment. "Well, I don't know. That's his nickname on WhatsApp."

he said. “Try me.” The laughter stopped. His eyes locked on mine and the temperature in the room seemed to drop again. “Have you ever heard the story about the baby deer?” he asked. I didn’t answer. But he kept going anyway. “There was a baby deer who decided one day that it was better than its mother. It thought it was stronger, smarter and didn’t need her anymore. So it walked off into the trees alone, thinking the world would just make space for it.”

“We are not freaking sure yet. There are a lot of rumors going around and people speculate. We don't know what the truth is anymore. Rumors going around said the gunman was a criminal,” bellowed Tommy in the middle of the whirring engine and the flapping of the air through the windows. Tommy continued blubbing. “You know, I don't believe in the government-controlled news anymore. It's bullshit! How can it be done by a criminal who's long been dead? And how could he pass through tight security among thousands of military men watching the airport in all corners?” “Did he have any motives?” asked JC. “The military said he was a communist. Would that make him a likely suspect? Being a communist

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

we took our toys and deciding about where to go next, meanwhile dylan came bunny said "look a celebrity came here" I started laughing, dylan pulled bunny's cheeks and said "you're right, I'm celebrity only Ms. Srinithi" bunny rolled her eyes while saying "then why came near us, go and meet your celebrity friends" dylan looked at toys in our house and asked "from where you robbed all these toys?" bunny replied "from that claw machine" dylan went near the machine and started getting many toys he nearly brought twenty toys like a ultra pro, sals said "bunny he is really competitive to you"

There were Evil Horned Bunny with a difficulty rank of Bronze, but when he checked the details, it said that this bunny was quite agile and able to use the paralyze effect by shooting their horn to the target. Yman sighed. He was not proficient enough in using his Rapid Leap skill. So these bunnies were deadly for him. And the paralyzing effect was scary. He needed an enemy that was not so agile and not so strong. Sistela who was sitting on his shoulder pointed on one of the missions on screen. Yman glanced at where she was pointing. The title said: Gross Evil Rats!

Les: “I already had it checked out. They said it's because I'm crazy about you. #yourestuckwithme #ificanthaveyounoonelsewill” Me: “So it's established that you're crazy, now would be the best time to run. #packingmybags” Les: “You want to run from a predator? I must tell you I love to hunt. #letthehuntbegin” Me: “Why did I just totally imagine you as a wolf? A werewolf to be exact. #imdoomed” Les: “And I just imagined you as a soft, plumpy, juicy rabbit. This has inspired a new nickname for you, Bunny. #tasty #youredoomedforsure”

Vanessa yelled as she yanked the pillow away from her hand, “you really don’t want to hear the truth? You don’t want to hear the fact that you are a murderer and nothing more” “Stop calling me a murderer!!!” She bellowed and that was when the door pushed open again and this time, Bunny entered. The look on his face changed when he saw the two sisters fighting and his heart broke into a thousand pieces when he saw the tears that were falling out of Audrey’s eyes. She was one among the best people he had seen in his life and seeing her go through these days after her twin sister came back to the house made him loathe Vanessa the more, he hated her.

Alive. I sit now near the open firepit I carved myself beside the enchanted cabin, watching a rabbit roast over the flames. Courtesy of Mr. Yellow, who—after a very shady five-minute interrogation involving a butter knife and a leaf scroll—revealed where his “furry rivals” were hiding. Apparently, the bunny mafia exists. And I’ve just declared myself the apex predator. “Tell Flopsy next time to learn not to sass her Highness,” I told the smug rodent.

She was blinking up at me, and even though she had said she was okay na m st the club, I knew she wasn’t, I could feel just how fast her heart was still racing right now. “How did you notice the gun being pointed at the table we were situated at?” I asked her after a moment. “Oh, that was because I was bored and was just staring around, and then I noticed it.” She responded and I stroked her cheeks some more. “Those people were assassins, bunny.” “Really?” She asked as she blinked up at me and I hummed. “Yes, bunny. And assassins are really dangerous people, they’re trained to kill and they’re very good st it. I’m so impressed that you were able to see the gun when you did.”