Rabbid Luigi Novels & Stories

“Bit me several times on the way here, but I got him out.” Rebel had given Yuri express instructions to save the ridiculous little beast. Lily huffed. “We’ve been through this already. He’s a teacup pig, not a hog.” Rebel eyed the beast in her arms. The piglet looked as if he’d grown to twice his size overnight. “Has he gotten bigger?” he asked. Lily finally looked at him, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you start. He’s a teacup pig.” She stressed the word teacup.

“He said he’s super tall because he’s a Seelie Soldier. And he smells like the garden.” “Yeah! He gives the best hugs,” Lazarro said from behind his iPad screen, with his legs and head turned upside down. How was blood flowing through him at this point? And I couldn’t believe Ricardo voluntarily hugged people enough for them to decide he gave the best hugs. “What about me?” Giovanni whined. Luca and Laz looked at him in unison and shook their heads with identical winces on their faces. “Big bro gives the absolute best hugs, man. There’s nothing you can do about it,” Laz shrugged, still upside down on the chair. It was rather cute, looking at his slightly chubby face the wrong way up.

he says and I grin at the simple rhythm. "I'm not very hungry," I admit, and he sighs. "I understand how you must be feeling. I haven't met my mate yet, but I get it. Please just try a few bites," Luigi says before holding up a beautifully charred fish with herbs sticking out of its open stomach.

His obsidian eyes seemed to miss nothing, and his dark hair fell in artful disarray. Luca was known as the "Whisper." He was a master of stealth and subterfuge, able to move in and out of the shadows without a trace. His quiet demeanor and deadly precision had earned him the nickname. He was the clandestine operative for the Bianchi Shadows, a secretive and mysterious gang known for their covert operations and manipulation of information.

“I love it,” River says, softer than usual. Her fingers stroke the bunny’s single eye like it’s a treasured relic. “He’s called Misfit.” “And I’m calling yours Rotten Bones,” she adds. Luke snorts. But I’m sure he likes the name. Lili holds hers up — soft white fluff with sparkly purple eyes. “Mine’s named Princess Pixelbrain.” Enrique leans over to me. “Should we be concerned about the distinct difference in names and vibes?”

Louis smirked then stare towards Isabey. "Alpha Marcus. I am Louis Brat the King of Rogues. I wanted to meet you very desperately." Louis said a killer smile mastered on his handsome face. Marcus growled loudly. Magnus was trying to come out but due to the silver arrow in his body. The wolf was unable to take control. Marcus was feeling the pain of burning as routes burned the houses with people inside them, he was also feeling the pain of his pack members dying...