Reader Rabbit Books Novels & Stories

Then he heard Lyra's voice, filled with a hint of a smile: "I don't think Black Rabbit is timid at all. It shows that it loves itself and values its life. It's not necessary for it to cross the river; it can still eat and survive on this side." Tristan paused slightly, a faint surprise flashing in his deep eyes. Red Tail howled, impatiently asking, "So in the end, did Black Rabbit go to the grassland on the other side?" Lura gently hooked her lips. "Yes, it did." "Wow! Why? Wasn't it terrified to death?" Lyra turned a page. "Because it fell in love with White Rabbit." "Wow!" Red Tail widened his eyes. "Turns out, a yellow rabbit appeared on the other side of the river, and it also liked Whit

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

She brought me her favorite book, the one about the rabbit who lost his watch, and climbed into my lap with the expectation that I would read it the way I always did, with voices and sound effects and tickles at the end. I read it. I did the voices. I tickled her belly when the rabbit found his watch under the bed. She laughed, the way she always did, and the sound broke something open in my chest. I held her tighter. Longer. Pressed my face into her hair and breathed her in. "Mama," she said, patting my cheek. "Mama okay?" "I'm okay, baby. Mama's okay." She didn't believe me. I could see it in her eyes, the way she was studying my face, the way she was trying to understand something she did

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

“Now. Let us all start with Chapter One. It was a book about Valeria from Wonderland. Selena had wondered why they were reading a children’s book, but his was full of adventures, so she didn’t mind.” “Down the rabbit-hole.” Selena started reading out loud for about 20minutes, the story pictured Valeria, who was tired of idling by the river with her sister, she pondered on the worth of a book without pictures or conversations. Suddenly, a white rabbit with a waistcoat-pocket and a watch caught her attention, this prompted her to chase after it. As she followed the rabbit, she tumbled down a deep well and noticed cupboards, bookshelves, maps, and pictures lining its sides.” Selena paused as th

Reagan pleaded, rubbing her back. The rabbit cackled and babbled in animal language making Reagan laugh. "Can you hear what it said?" Reagan asked with a smile. 'it's she' the rabbit corrected. Aurelia immediately shook her head. "She said she didn't know that it was a little baby that captured her. How embarrassing it is for a fully grown rabbit like her to be caught by a sniveling little girl. She said you look pathetic. She was quite taken aback when she saw you crying" Reagan concluded.

To my astonishment, it was blood. My heart stopped beating when I realized that I just killed a rabbit. My heart thudded hard against my ribcage. I slowly looked down and my eyes widened in shock when I saw that dead rabbit in my hand; the blood oozing out of its neck is now coating its white fur in red. Raymond’s P.O.V. It was supposed to be a fun run to calm her restless wolf down. To make her wolf feel relaxed, but instead, it became a hunting game.

“Waaa …” Cayden sighed as he stood holding the wooden railing. His sparkling eyes could not be separated from the "giant" rabbit he had just met. Watching the cuteness of the baby, Mia smiled a little. "Do you like it?" the girl who never took her hand off Cayden, asked. Suddenly, the baby's tiny finger was pointed at the black rabbit in the middle of the cage. After making sure Mia saw the direction he was pointing, he opened and clenched his fists alternately.

I reached for the phone. The picture showed more than the child. Behind her was a wall. There was a small drawing taped beside the bed. A wooden rabbit. My breath caught. Isabella had one. The same rabbit. The same shape. The same tiny missing ear. I looked down at the child in my arms. Her rabbit was still clutched in her hand. Then I looked back at the photograph. The little girl on the screen had the same rabbit beside her. I couldn’t breathe. “They have the rabbit.”

For three days, he had checked on them every morning, waiting for them to hatch. Her hands moved through the memories until they touched something she had not looked at in years. A book. His favorite storybook, the spine cracked and the cover worn. The one with the rabbit who loved his mother more than the moon and the stars and the whole wide world. She opened it, and the letter fell into her lap. She knew it was there. She had known it the moment she picked up the book. But still, seeing it—the folded piece of paper, creased and soft, with Mommy written on the front in a child's wobbly handwriting—made her breath catch.