The Pumpkin Rabbit Novels & Stories

“Let’s see, little bunny, what’s your story?” Ethan lifts the rabbit to his ear, pretending to listen intently then nodding along as if the bunny is speaking to him. “He says he’s a boy, and he calls himself Mr. Fluff though you can give him a nickname if you like, and yes, he is white because he comes from the arctic, though he’s only ever visited the north pole itself.” “Daddy ask him if he’s wild!” Paisley chirps excitedly.

I don’t know if it was because of the loneliness, or the damn curse mark on my neck still pulsing like someone set my nerve endings on fire, but at this point, I’d name a broom just to have someone to gossip with. “Morning, Princess Parsnip,” I muttered to the big carrot I just pulled. “You’re getting sautéed tonight. Congratulations.” I wiped my hands on my pants—my last clean pair, by the way—and stared at the garden like it owed me answers. Still cursed. Still wolfless. Still mateless. Still alone. Until I saw it. At first, I thought it was a weird potato with ears. Then it twitched. Then it hopped. A rabbit. Fluffy. White. Big ears. Big eyes.

It stares up at me and wiggles its nose a few times before clapping its paws together and continuing to stare at me with no fear or precaution in its stance. "Oh," I sigh, "It's just a Rabbit." For some reason, the Rabbit doesn't scurry away at the sight of me. It just stares, and stares, probably thinking I have food to give but sadly, all I have is minty gum in my purse. I bend down and reach to pet the friendly woodland creature, but right when my hand almost grazes its soft head, a hand plants itself firmly on my shoulder. It doesn't even take me two seconds to fling my purse backwards into a body while screaming for my life.

It felt so surreal seeing it in person. Alpha Holden of Crimson pack, son of Luna Soyra... "Your mother would be proud," I breathed in heavily as I reminisced about my own family, all lacking proper burial sites. Suddenly, there was a small rustle from the bushes that caught my attention. It was a small white rabbit, curiously venturing closer to us. The rabbit's black eyes were tracking the floor, while its whiskers flickered in the air. Damian curiously raised his eyebrows and looked to me. "What's it doing?"

“Night gave way to day and the chill in the air warmed. Raven took her skirt and tucked it into her belt. She walked out leaving the door open to let out the chill. She grabbed her flat basket and headed to her garden made in a nestle of trees under a canopy of sunlight to flourish. Raven pulled at the cabbage heads, grabbed the shovel and dug up potatoes; she broke off the herbs and pulled up the carrots. Looking at her basket she worried she misjudged her harvest. It was already too full to carry easily. She stood up and dusted her knees off and then her hands. Bending over she noticed a slight movement in the brush. Just then a rabbit leapt from them and ran towards the basket. "Hey! All

She wrapped both arms around his leg. "You promised you'd bring me rabbit this time." A few warriors laughed. Ronan crouched until they were eye level. "I did." "You brought deer last season." "I know." "You said rabbit." "I also remember that." The little girl narrowed her eyes. "So?" He reached behind his back and produced a small carved wooden rabbit from one of his pockets. "I figured this one was easier to catch." The girl's mouth fell open. She grabbed it and threw her arms around his neck.

The great presence added, removing his masked that hides a face with a deep scar, “Now, as the hunter took long to draw her arrow. A big wild rabbit will hunt her instead. Let’s harvest the Black Rabbit I raised so plumply.” With his voice that can make anyone's bones shiver, he declared, “The real show has just begun.”

As soon as she saw the mighty cucumber, her eyes widened in fear, that shit was just so mighty and big for a man. He began wiping it on her honeypot using it to play and teasing her as he did. She was now breathing heavily and making more muffling sounds. After some minutes of teasing, he slid into her without warning, tearing at her insides, and trying so hard to accommodate his big self inside her small triangle. She shouted out as he did, moving aimlessly from one side to another. He ignored her and kept on thrusting in and out, with all his might, and moaning uncontrollably.

Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.” If the rabbit still has his lungs, he would be huffing angrily by now. “You are not a girl!” The rabbit hops. “Why? Just because I’m in jeans?” With a leading question, Meph tilts his head to lure the rabbit to look at the corner of the Hollow Log, “That’s mine.” The rabbit’s head turns over slowly, and Meph joins him, looking at the cute, red little hoodie ly

I pressed myself as close to his muscular back as I could, telling myself it was just because of the wind. I felt so tiny and protected in his orbit. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at a floodlit lot. It was loud and smelled like exhaust and rubber. People were everywhere, and the energy was electric. As soon as we swung off the bike, someone at the barrier pointed and yelled, "SCORPION!" Half the crowd turned to look at Jax. He didn't even look back; he just started walking with that easy, alpha confidence. "Scorpion?" I asked, following him.