Bite Novels & Stories

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickgirp. Have a care, Black Horn, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Cellie," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaben H'wan, once of the Free City of Black Horn. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his tee

She was nervous and she could deny it all she wanted but I saw it in the way her pulse hammered against her skin at the crook of her neck, in the way minuscule beads of sweat clung to her temple, and in the way she kept fidgeting or biting at her lower lip that now sported red cracks because she wouldn't stop chewing at it. Miranda could lie to my face and tell me it was what I had planned for tomorrow that was bringing on these nervous ticks of hers but she would be fucking lying. She was nervous from the moment I entered her apartment after Daniel had left. If she thought for one God damned moment I believed her pathetic excuse of having rat problems, then she probably thought I was stupid

He massaged my breast before squeezing one of them. I moaned. “What’s so special about you?” He rasped and kept kissing me. I wanted him to continue this, but all at once he tightened his grip on my hair and shoved me back into a hard wall. I winced when a sharp pain shot down my spine. “You’re not special! You're a fucking bitch!” *********

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

Swollen, veins darkening around it like ink spreading through water. Ronan's nostrils flared, inhaling deeply—her fear, her blood, the faint salt of her sweat. "Yeah. And so are you, now." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, carrying the scent of smoked meat and forest loam. "That bite? It's changing you. Jay's pack mark, but I interrupted before it fully took. You're burning up because your body's fighting it—fighting him."

Lisa jolted awake, the sudden wave of nausea hitting her hard. She barely had time to process what was happening before she threw the blanket aside and rushed to the bathroom, her body betraying her as the vomit surged up her throat. She made it just in time, gripping the edges of the sink as she heaved, her stomach lurching painfully. Behind her, she could feel Ace's eyes on her, watching with concern. His presence was always so strong, even in silence. She didn’t have to look at him to know that he was worried.

Jenny said immediately as she stood up slowly. Hearing this instantly made Hana freeze at that moment, "Really? What kind of insect? Is it still around?" Jenny tried to walk slowly toward the woman, she was even trying to stare intently at Hana's left neck at this time. "No, but it left a mark on your neck. It's quite big and red in color. I bet it hurts a lot to the touch," Jenny answered instantly. Instantly Hana was silent for a moment when she heard. Wait a minute, looks like she just realized one thing for now.

They surrounded me. I screamed when one suddenly rushed. I sat down again in fear. "I haven't taken a bath yet! I don't taste good!" I closed my eyes. If they eat me, I don't want to see them! But after a few minutes, I didn't feel anything from my body. When I started to open my eyes, the roar of the beast exposed me. "Damn this silver chain! It's going to screw me up again." He said, irritated. "They're not your friends?"

I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee. It was as if I had shot him, his eyes peeled open staring at me. His voice showed his annoyance. Maybe to others it was out of his drowsiness, but I knew better. It was my touch. "What?" "They are serving us lunch while we refuel. What would you like?" Triston readjusted in his seat, "What do you have?" He asked the attendent, who repeated the menu to him. He thought for a moment, "I will have the bolognese." Triston rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The attendent left them,