Bite The Hand That Feeds You Book Novels & Stories

With eyes darting around frantically, I looked for anything I could get my hands on with the attacker right on my heels. Beside my mother's half-abandoned tulip bed, partially hidden beneath a layer of dead leaves, was the handshovel, a tool used more for decoration than anything else. I snatched it up, turning to face the man, his milky gaze now fixed on me, a dangerous hunger gleaming in vacant eyes. He was edging towards me without hesitation. I swung, the dull edge slicing across their left arm. Nothing. I stabbed wildly to stop his desperate advancements as he made a swipe at me. Nothing. One final desperate thrust aimed for his eye socket. If I couldn't deter him, I could blind him. At

What happened next unfolded with nightmarish speed. My tiny hand, which moments before had been weak and flailing, suddenly snapped up with unnatural strength. Small fingers closed around the midwife's wrist in a vice grip, yanking it down toward my mouth. My gums ached with a hunger no newborn should possess, and before the midwife could react, I was on her, biting down on her flesh with impossible force, sucking greedily at the blood that flowed from her wound.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

My breath caught in my chest as I chewed, savoring the meat. He fed me bite after bite, and I ate, without meeting his dark eyes even ones. I ate until I felt I couldn’t eat anymore and a thought came alive from somewhere without any need of it to be there. If he was feeding me, did he eat? Because my mouth was continuously filled by the delicious meat he was giving me, feeding me, and he hadn’t taken a pause to eat himself. I felt heat rising in my cheeks as my own thoughts registered in my mind. God. What the fúck was happening to me?!

He wants something from you. "What do you mean?" A chill ran down my spine. "I wasn't just clawed—I was bitten?" "The bite saved your life. That's why you survived, and Sara didn't. But I think the bite created a link. He's hunting you, Bernice." "He's targeting me? Then why is everyone else getting hurt?" "That part, even Dad and I haven't figured out yet." I stood frozen, letting Zach's words sink in. "I was stupid. I thought that if we used you as bait, we might be able to catch him quickly," Zach said in a low voice. "I just wanted to keep you safe."

He stood up and began to walk, but I noticed his weakening and he was about to fall, so I quickly rushed in his direction and caught him in my arms. Previously, he was the one who held me; now, I'm the one who is holding him to keep him from falling. Because he's so close to me, my chest is starting to flutter again. "Come on, bite me! Bite me as long as you want," his lips parted in response to my remark. He deserves to be fed since he treated me with respect. He can bite now, and I will allow him if he wants another.

MENA "Get off m—" Jude covered my mouth with his hand and shushed me. I struggled against him, my screams muffled by his hand. Meanwhile, he just looked at me with a look of pure satisfaction. He was getting a reaction from me and that made him happy. His body was pinning mine down completely. I couldn't move my arms or my legs. "I don't like your attitude, kitten," he murmured. Mischief flashed across his crystal blue eyes before he added, "If you don't fix it, I will. Do you understand me?"

he let out a cruelly sarcastic demand, So he wants me to feed him with my left hand. Ok...fine then....! I extended my left hand and he grabbed it too, "What...!" I was going insane that I wanted to hit him again and this time it won't be a simple one though. "Feed me...!" this jerk, what the hell did he mean, he still insisted on feeding him, Oh...! So he wants me to fight him back and free myself to feed him? Ok...! I endeavored to pull back my hands but he didn't even move his hands and was able to control me,

Not biting. Not tasting. Stopping. Because the last time hunger took control… I nearly killed someone. The memory flashes sharp and sudden through my thoughts. Blood. Panic. Hands dragging me back. Voices shouting. Darkness swallowing everything whole. My grip tightens involuntarily around the feeder’s wrist. She does not pull away. Does not flinch. Does not resist. She simply breathes. Slow. Even. Steady. Waiting. “Now,” Leviath says. The word lands like a spark.

Even Brian didn’t stop nagging me until I told him I could no longer handle it. “You sound so bitter right now,” Judith said, typing in her passcode as we stopped at her door. We entered her room, and I headed straight for her bed. I expected her to protest that the bed would only make me want to sleep instead of read but she didn’t. “I’m not sounding bitter, I just don’t like the way everyone is trivializing my decision,” I said, picking the biggest book from the stack of books I left on the ground. I read from a self-help book I had once read, ‘Eat-That-Frog’, that eating your biggest frog first would make eating the smaller ones easier.