Bite The Hand That Feeds You Book Novels & Stories

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Finality. His other hand stroked Shaurya's red cheek. My heart rate escalated even more as his eyes held mine, making me see the threat of a sentence in his speaking eyes. “Stop biting your lip. I don't know from where you took this new habit of yours.“ extending his hand, he took it out. "Go on, little one." Holding my gaze, he stressed out. "Eat." My lips wobbled. And for the sake of my brother in the arms of that brute, I complied, accepting defeat and taking the plate of food from the tray. I started eating, all the while feeling two sharp holes digging at the side of my face.

“Come feed!” Rima looked at Henry with shock and disbelief, perplexed as to why was he asking her to feed on the man who was fidgeting and trashing in his hold, trying to free himself from the human’s clutches, his amputated arms dissipated into ashes while new ones were in the process of forming, the battle was nowhere near done yet Henry was asking her to feed? Rima couldn’t see the purpose behind Henry’s demand, nevertheless, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was very tempted to go and sink her teeth in the man’s neck, suck every drop of the thick blood dripping out of his neck, so warm and inviting, tickling her senses with it rich smell, it was different from human blood, she thought,

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 .

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

And then the girl, the mafia princess who was raised to behave propery in every occasion, took charge. I walked slowly towards the table. There was no one around. So I take my time examining the food. Surely, they won’t poison it. Not yet anyway. I took a small bite. My stomach growled. My mouth exploded with so many tastes. Suddenly, I am small again, locked in the dark room and starved for hours because I couldn’t wait to wash my hands before I eat. Suddenly, I am small again, locked in the dark room and starved for a day because I refused to shake the hand of a guest.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

I said in my minimal voice " I said eat it '" he roared at me and I quickly grabbed the plate. He took the spoon out from plate and ordered me to eat with hand. The same one which he tortured few minutes before. It will burn for sure, my hand was bleeding, not only hands I can taste blood inside my mouth. Still I ate it because I can endure that burning sensation than his beating. After each and every bit I decided one thing. No matter what I am going to get out from this house. Enough is enough I endured a lot. Now it's time for pay back.

" But I still don't get it." "Wait till you hear this one." I picked up another book and luckily I knew just where to look. " Eat it, he said menacingly. 'But it's spicy my Lord.' I replied, tears welling up in my eyes. ' And you think that I care? Eat that up before I lay my hands on you. And yes, after eating you're not permitted to have water, or milk till the next morning." "Wow, that man's a beast." Even Zoe felt pity on the protagonist. " But I really still don't get it."

I was so thirsty that I gulped it even before he could adjust the straw properly. I kept looking at the food, but my hands were chained, and I was at a loss to understand how I was supposed to eat it. Joseph Andrews gave me a disgusting look. He needed the wizard’s help at that moment; otherwise, he would have never allowed him to feed me. Doyle Stalin started feeding me the food with his own hands. I felt as if he were my father. I was filled with gratitude for the old wizard as he fed me like a father would feed his child.