Vanilla The Rabbit Husband Novels & Stories

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 Skylar: tell meeee, who was it!! Rabbit: my professor The texting sign popped up and disappeared and popped up again then disappeared. Skylar: YOU FUCKING SLY ASS BITCH!!! :( Rabbit cackled and for added measure he slipped out of his shirt and took a picture of his chest littered with bite marks and hickeys. Skylar: STOPP!! NOOOOO! I HATE YOU! Rabbit: I’ve never been flipped and folded in so many ways, Sky. I can barely stand upright.

Then a new message appeared. Tiger: Most importantly, how is your husband now? Rabbit: He’s better. The doctor said it was just an allergic reaction and he needs to take medicine for a few days. Tiger: Thank goodness. I let out a small breath before typing again. Rabbit: But he’s angry. And he has every right to be. Tiger’s reply came almost instantly. Tiger: Can I ask you something? Rabbit: Sure. Tiger: In the two years you’ve been married… does your husband know your favorite food?

Nobody had bothered to look closely. But every word carved into that gem was my love for him. Damien finally believed it. The body on the cold stone slab was his wife. His Lena. And the fading life energy within my body confirmed the rest — a child. Two months. Half-human, half-vampire. Exactly as I had told him. Exactly as he had called a lie. Exactly as Vivienne had convinced him was a trick. His legs gave out. He sank to his knees before the stone table. "No..." His hand reached toward my belly, hovering, trembling, unable to touch.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

Nathan squatted on the ground and took a long time to choose, finally selecting a precious item: a small white rabbit. He remembered that Kassidy's zodiac sign was the rabbit. He reminded the boss to pack carefully, and then brought the gift box of the little white rabbit home. When Nathan returned home, it was already after ten o'clock at night. Surprisingly, Victoria was still awake, sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Nathan to come home. Nathan saw her, looking indifferent. "Why weren't you sleeping?" Victoria took the initiative to approach him. She gently took his bag, helped him take off his coat, and bent down to change his shoes.

A bright red handprint bloomed on his cheek. If this was what he wanted, I had no problem ripping off the last shred of his self-respect. He stormed out, slammed the door behind him, and drove off. He never came back. A little while later, my phone buzzed. Tiffany had stopped posting her usual suggestive updates on Facebook. This time, she sent me a direct message—with a picture attached. "Your husband sure knows how to make a woman happy." She was probably still in the hospital. In the photo, Zachary was sitting beside her, peeling an apple. In her hand was a slice of apple, shaped into a rabbit.

I whispered, monotone, “I won’t see him again. But bring Father back the day of the ceremony—or I will end you.” He laughed, a cruel, low sound. “Don’t forget, your father’s life is still linked to mine, Rabbit.” I turned fully toward him, my eyes cold, unreadable. “Haven’t I cried for Father enough? Even if he dies again, I won’t suffer. Not like this.” I saw Specter gape silently, unaware of anything but my gaze. “I will take him as my husband the day of the ceremony,” I declared, pointing a manicured finger at Specter. His eyes glittered with excitement.

They did things in a matter of minutes that Bella never thought she’d ever do in her entire life: It kind of startles her how much she liked it. What happened to her love for vanilla sex? She’s never wanted anything else, so it’s a bit jarring to find out she might like something so new and dirty. Bella figures it might be something he and the stranger have to explore together, this dirty, filthy side of their sex life. She doesn’t even feel bad for cheating on her husband, the man can go die if he wants. Bella will try not to care about Gabriel and his feelings anymore, he doesn’t care about hers anyways.

She turned to look at Damien and saw that his eyes were glowing with an otherworldly light. They were strolling through the forest, hand in hand when suddenly, a gigantic rabbit came hopping out of the bushes. The rabbit was almost as big as a horse, and it had a fluffy pink tail that was wagging happily. The rabbit stopped and looked at them, its eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hello there, little one!” Ellen said, bending down to pat the rabbit's head. But the rabbit had other ideas. It hopped onto her back and then began to hop around on her like a jockey on a horse.

Claire squinted, "I hope you're not joking again by saying that you forgot your favorite horse?" Michael patted her hair three times then he smiled briefly. "He is sick. Then… died,” he answered calmly. "Oh, I'm so sorry for him." Claire hugged Michael's arm sadly because she remembered how much Michael loved Robert—the horse he always cared for in the mansion's backyard. "I know I'm late, but his death still saddens me." In the past, apart from Robert, the Williams family had several other horses. Claire often watched Michael ride from the balcony of his room. Yes, she sneaked in because Michael would be furious if he found out that Claire was in his room.