Romans & histoires Psycho Weasel Roger Rabbit

"They are designed to fail." "That is what people say when they are bad at them." "I am not bad at them. They are rigged." I inserted a coin and moved the claw. I positioned it over a small pink rabbit. I pressed the button and watched the claw descend. It grabbed the rabbit. It lifted it up. It carried it to the drop zone. It released the rabbit into the chute. I pulled the rabbit out and held it up. "Rigged," I said. "Definitely rigged."

"Don't try anything stupid, Detective." Apparently, this part of the wetlands is rabbit city, and it isn't long before Rae has a plump one in her sights, but the little fucker is fast and ducks under some low-lying bushes. Steve hits Rae on her hindquarters with the end of the chain. She yelps and dives into the bush; I gag when she sinks her teeth into the rabbit's neck, and I taste its blood. Rae lays the rabbit at his feet. "Who's a good girl?" He tousled the fur between her ears, and she went for his hand with a snap of her jaw.

And we start the count down. "3...2...1," dad says. "Come here, you little assholes," I shout. Rocket jumps up at me with his rat claws. The asshat raccoon is digging its paws into my hair. I lift my arm and tase him in the face. Dad swats my head with a large net. Great, now the tased Rocket and I are trapped together in the same net. My dad fishes me out. Now, I know how Peter Rabbit felt when he got caught in that large net.

I've never been so close and personal with an enemy capable of ending me with a twat from his hand before. To my surprise, Roger's lips eventually curl, and he laughs. He gently places me over his chest and closes his eyes. "So heal me then. Hurry, little wolf. I'm dying." Wait, what? Seriously? My fear blows away. Roger isn't as teasing as Caleb when he speaks. He is super bossy, and it aggravates me. The bastard talks to me like I'm his freaking servant—Roger is the male version of Jenna. "I'm not your slave..." I mutter while crouching on top of him, blushing when I notice the hole is gone—the moronic alpha is almost entirely healed. I'm currently sitting over his abs.

He shrugged, and on gazing at her, a smile twitched on his lips "You look cuter when angry... Like this rabbit I owned when I was little, her name was Ritz." Rosie's heart melted against her will, but she still kept a strong stance. She was not going to turn jelly just because he had compared her to his rabbit. Who even does that? She hardened her face, and peered at him through her nose. "Don't compare me to a fucking rabbit. I'm a human being and a hot looking one at that..."

But as I reach for the handle of the sliding glass door, my eyes meet with the rabbit’s. This isn’t a fluffy little prey animal, lucklessly caught by a hawk. It’s Coello. I’d know his eyes anywhere. Cold, cruel, and calculating. He holds my gaze, his little rabbit mouth curling up into a sneer. He rolls over, kicking with his two hind legs. The hawk goes flying, its feathered body slamming into the balcony railing with a hard thud. Then it falls limply to the deck. The Moon Rabbit was only toying with that poor hawk, making it fly him up here so he could get to me. That hawk thought he was just getting a tasty snack, but he was never going to survive as soon as Coello saw some use in him.

I exclaim as I notice a huge fat rabbit hopping off to another trail that disappears in a thick forest . "I see it but we are not going that trail Bloom ,"my wolf refuses. "C'mon ! Let's just try ,"I whine trying to convince my wolf . "Fine ,"she agrees with a sigh and we slowly slip away and follow the rabbit . I run through the thick bushes as it hops to only god knows where. It disappears into a thick hole that has a steep slope . "I think we should turn back now ,"my wolf gives up . "Yeah it does look dangerous ,"I agree peering down the slope looking at the thick white rabbit .

Mom said plainly as she focused on the noise coming from the room. Mom was right. Rebecca stopped crying and protesting after that day. The sound of her laughter even frequently trickled out of the room, as if she found immense joy in what she was doing. The men who sought out Rebecca didn't stop coming, either. Every one of them entered the room full of expectations and left satisfied. They claimed Rebecca was the best rabbit-woman they'd ever slept with. Every time I took water for Rebecca, my senses were assaulted by that strange, spicy scent with a pungent note in her bedroom.

Something jolted up my arm. She didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she pretended not to. “It needs the vet,” she said quietly. “Old Man Rourke’ll know what to do.” “Yeah,” I said, adjusting my grip. “Easy… I’m not gonna hurt you.” The words were aimed at the rabbit, but it was Sage who froze. Rigid. Every muscle locked. Like a switch had been flipped. Her eyes darted—not at me, but past me. To memories I couldn’t see. To someone I wasn’t.

It barked happily and kept looking at me and back at the hole. "Is that how you got here?" I asked and raised an eyebrow as I studied the rabbit whole that was too little to fit me, but just enough to squeeze the little wolf in. The wolf jumped happily and I took that as a confirmation. Suddenly, it pawed at the hole and looked at me expectantly, in which I figured it was a way for it to tell me to get in. "Er...I don't think I fit in there." I said, which made the wolf tilt its head to the side in confusion. I sighed and made a hand gesture. "That," I pointed at the rabbit hole. "It’s too small for me." I made a small circle with my hand before pointing to myself; hoping that the wolf would