Bite The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

Some pages were stuck together. Sometime, one had to rub the corner of two pages to turn the page. And Aspen always bit his nails while reading. Aurora tightened her grip till the paper crumbled in her hand and turned to Damien. “I know who caused Aspen’s allergy and how.” She said in a freezing voice. She presented the book and pointed at the corner of those pages. “Lady Blanc glued pages with peanut butter together. So Aspen had to rub the pages to separate them while reading. And he always bit his nails while reading. It was how peanut got into his mouth!”

Slowly, deliberately, I opened the cover. The air shifted instantly. A gust of cold wind swept through the vault, extinguishing my light orb. The book's pages fluttered as if eager, whispering in voices too faint to understand. A sting shot through my gums, sharp and sudden, making me wince. At first I thought it was nothing-just nerves, exhaustion. But then the itching spread, burrowing deep into the roots of my teeth, crawling like fire ants beneath my flesh. I gritted my teeth, clutching the book tighter even as pain surged. I felt something shifting within him, a current moving where no current should.

I bit my lip, resisting a sob but my tears refused to stop falling. He grabs my jaw, squeezing it tightly between his fingers. He forced me to meet his eyes. “I’m going to ruin you.” His words were heavy and filled with venom. “And then… see how they'll think when their precious daughter becomes the very beast they despise, hunted… and killed.” He released his hold on my face roughly, making my face turn to the side from the force. I heard the sound of zipper fastening and unbuckling of the belt. My heart thud as soon as I turned my head to look. “Open your mouth.”

looking at the bag full of money “It’s just a starting price” and he came near me and hold my hand. “Trembling? I do worst on my first time; I missed the first bullet and took me three shot before I got a man down. You are indeed better than I,” while rubbing my hands with him. “Listen Kate, this job may seem not humane to you, but who is being humane now a day? We are not paid to kill innocent people. We kill bad ones.”

He pinned my wrists to the furs above my head with one hand, his grip bruising. "Mine," he growled, burying his face in my neck. He bit me. It wasn't the careful, claiming bite of the alley. This was hunger. He sank his teeth into the soft muscle where my neck met my shoulder, right over the healed scar of the first mark. I screamed, but it was a scream of release. The pain grounded me, giving the fever a focal point. "Yes!" I cried, arching into him. "Mark me!" He tore at his own pants, the fabric ripping. He kicked them away, leaving us skin to skin.

He had actually instructed someone to fly to the nearest bookstore on the mainland to buy it for him today. He only managed to finish one third of the book as he could not muster up the courage to finish the rest. In her book, she talked about her childhood, the leftovers, where and how she got the scars on her body, her experience of being bullied in middle school, and her fangirling stories. She was upfront about her past with the hope that it could be a warning to everyone who read her book. However, Alban did not have the courage to finish it because the more he understood the misery that she went through, the more he blamed himself.

"You're a bunch of useless doctors! I hope it's your wife who dies! I have money! I'll definitely find a way to cure her!" After that day, I kept hearing different voices. They all ended in sighs, and their messages were the same. They urged him to prepare for the inevitable. However, Theodore was the most stubborn person I knew. He emailed every major research institute, promising millions in donations if they could accept and cure me. He became almost manic, adamantly refusing to let anyone even lay a finger on me. Even when a nurse gave me an injection, he would yell at her, accusing her of hurting me.

Dad said it was from my grandmother and wanted me to wear it always. "It is not an ordinary necklace for it contains a powerful spell. I'm sure you have been wondering why Carter Rellis can read everyone else's mind but he can't read yours. Am I correct?" I stayed silent. He nodded with my silence, taking it as an affirmation. "It's because of that necklace. It can block vampires' mental abilities. If you didn't know, Vienna tried to poison your mind that day in the woods, but she wasn't able to do it. "

one thing for sure, I won't be going anywhere with him. Hayden was right afterall, they don't give two shits about me, and he's just admitted it right to my face "Let go! " I screamed and began to struggle against his hold when I felt something metallic press against the side of my head . A gun? "D..dad w..what.. " I croaked out both in shock and disbelief "I wanted to do this the easy way.. but you're being so stubborn and wasting my time " I couldn't make out my next words when I felt a deep excruciating pain in my head

I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response . The guy who knocked the book out of her hand is now clutching his mouth . Uhm ... I was aiming for the eyes but I guess this works too ? I really am getting rusty , I need more training . I see blood seeping through the space between his fingers . He slowly draws his hand back and spits on it . A tooth falls out . Gross . " You bitch . " His eyes slowly move upwards from the tooth and latch on to mine in recognition and anger .