Vanilla The Rabbit Husband の小説・ストーリー

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

He came straight toward me, hand out, eyes glowing. I gave him mine. Cheers erupted as our fingers laced together. He kissed me—slow, deep, and so soft it stole the air right out of my lungs. As he slid the ring onto my finger, he leaned in and whispered, "Yuna Zander, I've loved you forever. And I'm not stopping." I blinked up at him, tears slipping through my smile. "Lionel Rinehart, thank you. I love you with everything I've got." He pulled me close, wrapped me up in his arms.

Adeline curled his lips and muttered, continuing to roast the other one. Seeing that she was angry, Alan pulled out a rabbit leg and handed it to her. "I'll reward you!" Adeline glanced at him and smiled. He took the rabbit meat from his hand and took a bite. It was delicious and was even more delicious than anything she had eaten before. "Turns out the rabbit meat in the mountains is so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious rabbit meat before." Adeline said vaguely. She looked so cute when she ate. She had known her for so long. Maybe this was her true self!

It was her decision which path she took, Brandon's own mother was giving her unconditional support for her to be the Lamberts' wife. "Mrs. Victoria, your son is married," Tábata said, wanting to appear innocent. Victoria smiled in disbelief. Tábata couldn't be stupid enough to think that games were played fairly, if you wanted to win, you had to use a little black magic. "Don't be naive, Tábata, don't make me lose faith in you.” "No, I don't, it's just that I respect your son and the relationship he has with his wife.” "I'm in charge of Crystal Bennett and you are in charge of being Lambert's next wife, the one who gives him a child, you have to get pregnant as soon as possible, okay? I took

His voice quivered as he implored, "Rosie, see! I bear the same scars. As husband and wife, we should share both joy and sorrow. I truly love you! Please, let's not divorce." The disturbing sight of the twisted, maggot-like scars on his arm made me feel sick to my stomach. Stepping back, I firmly stated, "Stop hurting yourself to earn my trust. I won't fall for it." With that said, I turned around and left. Watching my ruthless back, Charles looked down at his injured arm and silently knelt on the ground for some time. That afternoon, he completed the discharge process and drove off in his car. The mountain weather turned unpredictable, with rain starting to pour down again that night.

#Word of Zachary's courtship of a divorced woman on a dating show soon spread to Old Master Quimby, who called Zachary from overseas. "Have you been having too much fun lately, boy?" "Are you that free to care about such matters?" asked Zachary. "Rabbits don't eat the grass near their homes. Remember that!" Old Master grunted. "Rabbits don't eat the grass near their homes because it doesn't taste good!" Zachary retorted.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

Jonathan suddenly asked, noticing my barely touched plate. Before I could answer, Sylvan interjected. "She's as picky an eater as that common rabbit she's keeping." The table fell silent. Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. Jonathan looked confused. "Rabbit?" he asked. "Vivian has taken in an injured rabbit," Sylvan explained, his tone mocking. "Apparently, our villa is now a wildlife sanctuary." I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "It was injured. I'm a healer. That's what I do."

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”