Beat My Meat Novels & Stories

Pack my burner, my badge, my Glock. If this is going to implode, I want to be front row. Because the whole thing’s cracking. And I just set the first match.

When it's threatens to choke me I stretch my hand and grab water, gulping it down roughly just to push down the bread “Slow down!,” I think to myself, but I did not implement the instruction There's dried meat hanging in delicious strips- it looks so beautiful and peppered. I don't remember the last time I had a taste of this kind of beautiful dried meat. I snatch at it with my yearning but shaky hands, then I bring it to my mouth and in less than a second, it is ripping into it with my teeth while I still hold the bread in my other hand. Bread and dried meat is a good combination. The taste of salt and meat makes me whimper and moan. When was the last time I had meat? Leah always got the me

I fight me, I deal with me and I preserve me. All Hearts !!

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My voice rumbled like an earthquake. "Let the meat-bag teach you a lesson."

harping on about brains being better than brawn. “Don’t you worry,” I muttered under my breath. “I ain’t ready to meet my maker just yet.” Ricochet hollered for us to step on up, and I ducked and dived my way into the center of the ring. Mad Dog beat his fists at me, which was fighter's talk for “You’re going down!” He had some front, I’d give him that. The way he was spewing off like that, rallying up the crowd, he’d tire himself out before the first bell sounded.

His pulse rabbited under my touch - human hearts beat so frantic, like they're racing toward extinction. "Rare's here," I traced his lifeline, calluses catching on royal skin I shouldn't have exposed. "Medium's... here." My thumb slid upward. The scent of his adrenaline spiked, copper-bright. "Well done's—" He jerked back like I'd branded him. "Burnt. Got it." The flush creeping past his collar betrayed him. "Just... char the damn thing. I like my meat like my landlords - crispy and screamin'." I served his steak resembling charcoal briquettes. Mine bled freely, five plates circling me like a carnivore's sacrament. He stared as I demolished the third, juices staining my chin rubied.

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15 "If anythings gonna be biting, its gonna be me."

I smiled. The next day I told Melody about yesterday and she told me to make him jealous. "Is Jace even the jealous type?" "Oh yeah, just make him jealous and he will wake up and make a move." She told me before drinking blood. "Alright. You know, normal people have coffee in there." I chuckled. "I was going to put coffee. But blood was more appealing today." She grinned. "Compel that hot guy, and make him flirt with you." She told me.