Vanilla The Rabbit Husband Novels & Stories

“But… let me take you somewhere.” Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed my hand and started running, forcing me to keep up. “Ethan!” I laughed, following a few feet behind, our hands still locked. We arrived at a hidden path, thick with vines and leaves. Ethan turned to me. “You ready?” “Mhm,” I hummed with a nod. “Okay—” He gently guided me into a crouch and peeled back the vines, revealing a small white rabbit with deep blue eyes. “She’s beautiful,” I whispered as he began rubbing her belly, showing me how stretched it was.

Then pulled out a dainty little gift box. Diamond bracelet. Just like last year's—same energy, slightly tweaked design. I held out my wrist so he could clasp it on. Smiled. Let tears blur my vision. At least he still put effort into the lie. At least I got something. Yay me. I pretended everything was fine. Helped him cut the cake. We lit two candles—for two years of marriage. Then I saw it. The fruit. Mango. I froze. Matthew noticed instantly. "What's wrong?"

Hazel wandered into the garden, where her newfound rabbit friend eagerly awaited its morning treat. She offered a handful of vegetables, particularly favoring the carrots. Wyatt's voice, unexpectedly close, made her turn. He held two coffee mugs in his hands. "So you two have become friends," he remarked, kneeling beside her. Hazel cradled the bunny in her hands, rubbing its nose affectionately. Wyatt issued a playful warning, "Be careful; it might just bite your nose."

Diary Of A Cum-Slut (4) "I still need more cocks.” I admitted to myself, shrugging as I followed Darius and Marcus upstairs. Vanessa skipped behind us, nearly ripping her clothes off again. “Free pussy!” She squealed, “Who wants to claim this willing cunt?” There were about twenty people waiting in the room. Vanessa and I offered ourselves to the winners, satisfying anyone who came. The last man who fucked me left a lasting impact. That was when I finally met Jordan Carter, the man who would become my husband.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I whisper and feel Max shift next to me. Then Conor lifts his glass and clinks his fork on the crystal. Everyone turns to him and the music stops. “Thank you, “ Conor speaks up so that everyone can hear him. He looks drunk, but not too drunk. Max walks towards Dominic but now it’s too late to stop Conor. He is already speaking. “Thank you all for being here, “ Conor says and points at Grandfather Richard, who is sitting in the corner, Violet is next to him. “Especially to my dearest Grandfather. As you all know, Violet and I got married a few years ago. “

As she squirmed and giggled, her meltdown vanished. Ivy laughed, shaking her head. “He’s really good with her. And Violet doesn’t like men. She doesn’t trust them.” She frowned, speaking softly as she said the last part. I frowned and gave her a side hug. “Yeah, well, Hibiki isn’t just some guy. My husband is a superhero, and Violet knows it.” I smiled. “I guess that's how she sees him. You two opened that bathroom door, and she was wide-eyed about his badge. And then he offers to get us set up in a nice house with his family. He's a saint.” Ivy sighed.

she added swallowing nothing in particular as Ryan stared at her his face completely expressionless . “ I am Vanessa Brookes , your wife by mask . ” she rasped making Ryan give her a look like she had suddenly grown horns . “ My wife by mask ? ”. He reiterated her question “ Yes ,you have to believe me Ryan .” she replies while Ryan ran his hand through his hair . “ Just go out before I loose it ” Ryan snaps completely pissed . “ See . ” Violet said pressing on the mask on her face quickly . Ryan was befuddled , this was the face he knew not the other beauty .

Vlad said, limping slightly as he sat down at the bar. I should have stepped harder so he wouldn’t be able to walk at all. Physical pain was nothing compared to what I had gone through because of him in the past. Margarita sat down beside Darvin, and I took a seat on the other side, farther away from him. “By the way, Vlad, are you acquainted with Habirov’s wife?” Before that bloodsucker had time to open his filthy mouth, I answered first. “No, we’re not.” “I see. Then I’ll be happy to introduce you,” the woman said with a smile. “This is Vlad Darvin, my husband’s best friend and business partner.”

Another duck followed behind them, clumsy and late. My eyes remained on my Wife, as she laughed softly. “They are…” she pointed at them, “They are so cute…” I nodded. The scene of the pond was nothing special to me, but the laugh of my Wife was everything to me. Near the pond, a few rabbits also moved around freely in the small fenced area. One was white with light brown ears, and another was grey. Its nose twitched a little as it sniffed the ground. We walked closer to them, and Valerie knelt down slowly and said, “They are not scared.”