Rabbit
207 Published Stories
Rabbit's Books and Stories
Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Werewolf As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me.
Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King.
My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss.
His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
Werewolf For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond.
That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession.
The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me.
The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed.
"You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me."
My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Mafia On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
Romance Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered.
Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak.
She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her.
Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears.
Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home." My Fated Mate, My Coldest Enemy.
Werewolf Aiden Madden, Alpha of Blackwood, intended to reject his arranged mate, Emery Travis, whom he deemed "loose" from scandalous photos. But her scent hit him like a physical blow-his Fated Mate. Then, he watched in horror as another man intimately touched her, confirming his worst fears of betrayal and igniting a blinding rage.
Consumed by fury, Aiden rejected her via a cold text, leaving her humiliated. Unaware her new boss was this same man, Emery endured harassment and an attack at Blackwood Corp.
The rejection tore Emery's soul. Her father questioned her honor, and her tyrannical boss forced her to arrange his new lover's seating. Yet, she saw impossible pain in his eyes.
Broken yet defiant, Emery fought back, uncovering lies meant to destroy her. Aiden, witnessing her resilience, slowly realized the horrifying truth: the woman he condemned was his true Fated Mate, and he had made the biggest mistake of his life. You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife
Modern For four years of marriage, my husband, Julian Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my crippled legs, never once willing to touch me.
And yet, in cruel contrast, my body betrayed me, my desires spiraling out of control.
During a gynecological exam, under the hands of a stranger—a male doctor—I lost control, soft, broken sounds slipping from my lips.
Outside the consultation room, my husband stood beside the woman he had never forgotten, Vanessa Whitmore, holding her in plain sight as he called me a "useless burden."
The doctor adjusted my skirt for me, his fingertips brushing slowly along the side of my thigh.
Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you want me to help you?" The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter
Romance The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever.
He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me.
My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills.
Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight.
Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter. Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises
Romance My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool.
For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office.
The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation.
My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order.
Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve.
Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one. I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
Romance My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune.
For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me."
He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster.
He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous.
The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built. My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret
Mafia My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine.
Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family.
To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset.
They both thought I was a broken doll they could control.
I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice.
She sang it, and now her career is over.
Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground. My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife
Werewolf "Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment.
As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire.
The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die.
She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate?
Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."
I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice
Romance My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file.
I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold.
Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack."
I didn't respond.
The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side.
I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives.
I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!"
The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail.
Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient.
I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing.
This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me.
It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley.
I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try."
So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City.
And I also decided to leave Jenson. The White Wolf's Requiem
Werewolf Vera Morgan, my mate's lover, said the Moonlight Power of the White Wolf's pups was pure, and that moon stones soaked in the blood from their hearts could keep a pregnancy from failing.
So Rowan Black, my mate and the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack, gave the order. I, Elara Dale, nine-month pregnant with twin babies, the Luna and a White Wolf from the Moonborn Clan, the white wolves who served the moon goddess, was tied to an operating table by the warriors, and they cut my twins out of my belly.
I was overwhelmed by the agony surging through me.
I then fell to my knees, weeping, and begged him. "The babies are premature and underdeveloped. If you take the blood from their hearts, they will die. I am the purest White Wolf of the Moonborn Clan. Take my heart instead. Please, just don't hurt the babies..."
Rowan, however, said nonchalantly, "It's only a few drops of blood. It won't kill them. Consider it penance for your jealousy of Vera."
I looked at his cold face. My wolf, Serane, let out a despairing whine.
That night, before my children could even open their eyes, their lives slipped away from the little openings on their chests.
I held my children's bloody bodies and went to Larkin Olson, the Elder of the Blackrock Pack.
"You saved me back then, and I repaid the Blackrock Pack with my Moonlight Power. My children are gone now. It is time for me to leave." Love Blossoms under the Blood Moon
Werewolf Yvette Hawthorne had strayed into werecreatures' turf, an area strictly forbidden to humans. When she woke the next morning, the doctor told her she was already one month pregnant.
She hurried home. The moment she opened the front door, her father, Brenton Hawthorne, who was an earl, coldly announced that the Travon family demanded "a pure woman," meaning her.
She froze in place.
The Travon family was an upper-class family, and its leader, Calvin Travon, was rumored to be the merciless and murderous King of the werecreatures.
"Why me?" Yvette said, her voice trembling.
Brenton did not even look at her. "Because you are the most useless one in this family."
On the eve of the wedding, Yvette's stepsister, Lena Hawthorne, discovered Yvette's secret pregnancy and choked her by the throat.
Just as Yvette believed she was about to die, the door burst open.
Someone said, "Sir Calvin Travon! What brings you here, My Lord?"
Silence instantly fell into the room.
Yvette lifted her head with difficulty and saw Calvin's golden eyes fixed on her from beneath his dark silver mask.
He stepped closer and, not trying to save her, stared directly at her abdomen and asked her in a cold voice, "Whose child is it?" Two Brothers, One Contract: I Chose My Own Heart
Romance I heard the debt collector say in a malicious tone, "One point two million dollars. If you cannot pay it back, then you will have to settle the debt with your daughter."
My father, Richard Parker, who had gambled away our lives and piled up crushing high-interest loans, clutched my hand tightly.
"Chloe, please help me. Have mercy on me!" He said pleadingly.
I'm Chloe Parker, and in that moment, my blood turned to ice. I shut my eyes in despair.
Just then, a black Rolls-Royce silently came into view.
Inside sat a man who seemed like a predator hiding itself for a hunt. With nothing more than a single glance, he made the menacing debt collector flinch.
"Sign the contract," he said to me, "or let them take you. Your choice."
He held out an agreement and two photographs. "These are my two sons. It will be your eighteenth birthday three months from now, and after that, you will pick one and be engaged to him."
His sons in the photos looked about my age, and they bore a faint resemblance to each other.
Yet one of them looked cold and distant, the other gentle and refined.
Behind me, the thugs who were brought by the debt collector were still watching us like hungry wolves. My father stood there, spineless and useless. I had no choice. So I signed my name with a trembling hand.
Yet I did not notice that the man studied my face and murmured under his breath so softly I could not hear, "She looks just like her..." 
/1/107856/coverorgin.jpg?v=551330ce56c2d504e3df8cd17a53496e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/105819/coverorgin.jpg?v=d89455e19b130824e99e448e02258ace&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/106756/coverorgin.jpg?v=97365198d2e42e4794a57a69368cfbf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/65656/coverorgin.jpg?v=bca7a26f976b281a1ac0e8d986049347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/101421/coverorgin.jpg?v=c057fb8d460e14f164780fa0f4313597&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/106267/coverorgin.jpg?v=60be52b50a12b7d622d7e12383f3ff28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/111560/coverorgin.jpg?v=18dae6c4e707b66b0f16f410942df23c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/122195/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a602b128875a83efd1869aa0165e31e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/101429/coverorgin.jpg?v=7121dba501d58d4b7f38fe8685249f29&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/101927/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ad1b5e76740b32684d81d5fae9ebc76&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/101424/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb859322a2b6ed17a7a183e399a0ef55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/105824/coverorgin.jpg?v=438263e5361d7745a5709a475a5522af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/106734/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad31772fc52e3d09094837705a47a1fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/107097/coverorgin.jpg?v=06dd229827a1b17c04ebda9d22ff1e3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/117361/coverorgin.jpg?v=09cff291c2cb2467971fbdfa529d650a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/123158/coverorgin.jpg?v=28b5ac17b39c052f685642e41d320d15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/122303/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0505a5a0165f0b3e6672152e5c7ed11&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/122196/coverorgin.jpg?v=98584eb47f599547ebb3eb27ac242225&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/122235/coverorgin.jpg?v=93440c6dd4a27bab4a4255d599be48d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/121805/coverorgin.jpg?v=24e3b90ebe2a112c17b3780bac71985f&imageMogr2/format/webp)