Vanilla Rabbit Novels & Stories

Though the rabbit was only a prop, its details were disturbingly lifelike. “Vincent” held the rabbit by the neck and walked toward the table, its body dangling limply at his side. There was no gentleness or affection in his movements, as if it were not his beloved pet but a piece of discarded trash. He meticulously poured formalin over the rabbit. Then he paused. He turned his gaze toward the staircase, Violet’s body-double came down. “Brother, what are you doing? It smells!” Vincent continued to pour the formalin over the dead body.

He could imagine her walking around the street with no house to sleep in and he could just hope that she wasn't a spy like Jayden had said and then he heard her scream. “ Oh my gosh is that a rabbit ” She said staring at the white rabbit in Ryder's hands. “ Yes, I got it for you ” Ryder said. “ Wow really ” Mia said excitedly. “ Yes ” Ryder said as he passed the white rabbit to her which she collected happily from him. “ You like it ” He asked her. “ I love it... Thank you ” She said as she hugged the rabbit and she knelt down on the clean cut grass as she began to caress the rabbit's fur and she giggled.

"It was a total of one hundred dollars." Russell scanned the code and made the payment. In no time, marshmallows in the shape of a hippo and a rabbit were made. Russell created a hippo sculpture for Layne and a rabbit sculpture for Yasmine, his eyes filled with deep affection. Yasmine didn't expect Russell to guess so accurately. Among these styles, she liked the one with the little rabbit the most. She was about to take off her mask and have a taste, but then she remembered she was still wearing a fifty-year-old face. Wouldn't that scare the waiter?

Skylar: oh shush you twink, who was it? Rabbit: who? Skylar: the lucky bastard who took your virgin ass Rabbit: I was not a virgin! Skylar: oh please, if someone like Chris fucked you, you’d still count as a virgin… Rabbit stifled a laugh, he liked Sky when it came to creative insults. Rabbit: please, sex with him was good Skylar: yeah because you were a virgin whose first dick was a fun sized pickle… Rabbit: I can’t with you T0T

I began, lowering my voice like I was about to tell her a grand secret, "that a mother rabbit gives birth to at least five babies at a time?" Raya continued to cry, but I could tell she was listening. I pressed on. "And guess what?" I leaned in, my voice dropping even lower as if I was sharing something only I knew. "Each baby rabbit is a duplicate of the others they were born with." The sobbing slowed. Raya sniffled, lifting her big, tear-filled grayish-blue eyes to mine. Her lips trembled as she hiccupped. "Really?" she whispered. I nodded immediately, my face serious as I told the white lie.

I was partially grateful but as I experienced something new, I had only wished, as I always did, that he was here watching me do so. The anticipated drunkenness crept up on all of us way faster than the champagne at the museum did and with that, came non-stop babble about aimless topics like favorite types of bread which somehow led to our honest opinions on sex toys. Nancy went on a tangent about which kind she preferred, letting us and the table next to us know that rabbit vibrators are transcendent, promoting a true self-awakening. Nicolas prefers sourdough. Sometimes Focaccia. Ending the night on dessert, the chef

“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

Sure enough, the cases of rabbit-women swallowing the bloodstones saw a huge decline. I returned to my room. Recalling Rebecca's words, I snuffed out the spices burning on the table. For some reason, I thought being a rabbit-woman wasn't the great thing it was chalked up to be. At that moment, Mom entered the room. She frowned when she saw that the spices had stopped burning. "Everly, why aren't the spices burning?" I rubbed my stomach. "The smell of the spices makes me hungry, Mom. We don't have much food in the house, to begin with. I ought to eat less."

He knows that the rabbit folk specializes in sweets and would like to bring some to the werewolf children. “Here. A villager invented a new kind of sweet made from caramelized honey and peanuts,” the rabbit folk elder said as he offered his package to the others, “I hope you enjoy this.” “Oh! Yes! I definitely will!” the werewolf elder replied, “Right, what about you?” “We also have a new pastry. Their quite small so the children will have no problem handling them,” the werebear elder replied and smiled as he presented his package. “I can smell the sweetness from here!” the werewolf elder exclaimed.

After inquiring, he learned that they had distinctive round faces and bodies, flat and shorter noses than other breeds, and came in various colors, commonly black and white, fawn, and light brown. He chose a white rabbit that resembled Roxana Nelson's rabbit. Initially, he intended to buy just one, but the store employee mentioned that there was another lonely rabbit, and it would be better for them to be friends! He thought it was a good idea and ended up buying both. Then he drove back to Roxana Nelson's place, knocking on the door, but no one answered. Surprised, he knocked on William's door upstairs and saw Roxana Nelson holding the lifeless rabbit. It looked as if the rabbit's death was