Murderous Bunny Novels & Stories

Bunny. Casual and possessive and making everything south of my brain pay attention. Me: The way you say that... MistressA: The way I say what? Me: Bunny. Like you own me. MistressA: Careful. It makes me want to actually keep you. My breath caught in the middle of my throat. Me: Keep me? MistressA: Show you what you're capable of. Show you exactly how good surrender can feel. But that would require trust. And proof that you have the potential to be worth my time.

“Don’t be shocked, okay? I also reviewed the footage and found out that there was no driver. Jerome traced the plate number but it was odd that it wasn’t even registered.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up after what I heard from him and that made me flinched at the moment. That was the same dark and mysterious night where all I could see was complete darkness in the balcony. I felt a flash of terror on my chest but I didn’t make it transparent to him. Would that be Juno’s doing? She might have wanted to kill me out of jealousy. “Can you promise me one thing, Aris?” I stopped from walking that made him do the same thing.

But I just want to hold my pup, and squeeze him to my chest. “Alright, I’ll put you down in a minute.” I give him another kiss, and inspect his body for any differences. Bruises and scratches. What I find though isn’t injury, instead…the roots and tips of his hair are turning white. My eyes widen, heart racing. Quentin was right. “Quentin,” I call, panicking. He takes a step closer. “Look,” I whisper. “His hair.” Quentin hums. “We will get on it after the banquet.”

Like a bunny sniffing the edge of a trap. And for a moment, I could almost feel sorry for her. If I didn’t already know what she becomes. She clears her throat delicately. “I know this is a difficult situation for you, Luna. I’m truly grateful for your kind welcome.” Her eyes lift to mine—wide, clear, innocent. “Lucian and Damian told me you wouldn’t mind lending me your room until I’m back on my feet. There’s no other space close to theirs, and they want to keep an eye on me... just until I recover.”

I can't show myself thinking that this is a trap for me, for us. I remained hiding until she stood up, and I am right, it was her pet in her lap, a white bunny. I was looking at it while wandering around then I gasped when I saw it looking at me. I bit my lips, there is something in its eyes that I can not explain. It was just there, not moving while still staring at my eyes. Does that bunny see me?

Bunny words fell and they all were astonished; the voice and tone was exactly Bunny's. " Hey Hey hey! Wait. First tell me how you know……." Enemy was in a hurry and at the same time he was doubtful but before he could finish his sentence Bunny said,"I will. I will from the start. Let me finish first then if you have questions, I will answer them too." They all did a nod . In a few seconds they all set in the living room and Bunny started his confession. " After my bone marrow transplant doctors warned you guys that the donor was not my sibling but my aunt so maybe I will face some organ damage issues in future, remember!?" He paused to see Rishabh and Mansi.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Moreover, I'm looking for my chubby bunny so when I'll find her this fake girlfriend will be a gone case. Just to kill the thirst of my stupid attraction I don't want to play with her innocent emotions. She is a naive and complete innocent soul I can guarantee that. One day she has to go and I want to bid farewell to her on a good note. For that, I've to make sure not to mess things into shit.