Bite The Hand That Feeds You Book Novels & Stories

She couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face. But she didn’t really want to see it anymore. Whatever that man had done to her, the first time he came, had made her hand unrecognizable even to herself. Thoughts of him made her tremble. She was already sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her torn blue jeans. He’d bitten her, too, on the wrist, just like she’d realized later that other person, or monster, or whatever it was, had done to her neck in the van. But this bite was different. Rather than her blood flowing out, this time something flowed in. And whatever it was, it was turning her fingers black. He’d told her not to worry, that sh

He kicks up under my stomach to move me, but I stay limp even as I gasped at the wind that leaves my chest. He sits in the center of my back, his weight hindering my ability to breathe efficiently. He grabs my hand and begins to break fingers, then wrists. I cry as quietly as I can, which is nearly impossible. My hands want to grab the floor but I can't manipulate my useless broken digits. I writhe and whine as he continues to break the same things on my other hand. Then elbows are popped. Shoulders. I sob loudly now, unable to concentrate on anything other than misery. Just end it. End it here. I'll never feed again. I won't eat. I won't allow whatever I am to thrive should I survive this.

he says. My face burns. "I can eat myself. It's my left hand that works." "You are shaking," he points out calmly. "You will spill it. And I don't want eggs on my carpet." He holds the fork to my mouth. His eyes are hard. ‘Do not defy me.’ I open my mouth. He feeds me. It is humiliating. It is intimate. I chew and swallow, staring at his chest because I cannot meet his eyes. "See?" he says softly, scooping up more eggs. "This is how it works, Anya. You behave, and you get soft sheets and warm food. You rebel, and you get the dark and the rats." He offers me the fork again.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. "An heir?" I stalked to the bar, grabbed a crystal glass, and threw it at him. "You want an heir?" It shattered at his feet. I stormed into the bedroom, grabbed the reports from that afternoon, and threw them at his chest. "You know what this is? Birth control! The 'folic acid' you've been giving me is birth control!" My voice cracked, raw with fury. "And this—this is my medical report. You fed me poison for three years, Vincent! Three years! And now my doctor says I might never be able to have kids."

this time I feed him and he tightens his hold on me and looks at the bite I am holding. “I don’t remember anyone ever hand-feeding me.” My heart breaks for him and I extend the bite further. He eats it. “I am honored to be the first one to hand feed you, King Aaron,” I say trying to lighten him up. he shakes his head and that’s how we eat the rest of the breakfast. Handfeeding each other.

Instantly, his lips flatten, the smile wiped clean from his face as he crosses the room, stalking toward the bed. I know right away I should have kept my mouth shut. My limbs remain locked in place. Like an antelope in the sights of a jaguar, I wait for him to come in for the kill. “Have you ever heard the phrase, don’t bite the hand that feeds you?” My throat constricts, but I say nothing. I’m not about to dig myself a deeper hole.

“Do you think I don’t notice when rats start to bite the hand that feeds them?” My hand trembled so hard, and the glass cup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces and spilling the cold drink onto my foot. I shook my head. “I didn’t…I wasn’t trying to...” “You weren’t?” he asked, grabbing my throat tighter as i struggled to breath. "I give you food, shelter, safety...everything, and this is what I get? You’d rather kill me in my own home?”

I said, pressing myself against the heat of him, "do not hold back just because I look delicate." For most people, a lust-curse was poison. For my kind, it was spring water in the desert. I was not an ordinary woman. I was a high-ranking succubus who had spent years pretending to be human in the modern world, starving and withering for lack of true nourishment. Now I had landed inside a shameless dark-fantasy romance novel, in front of a devastatingly handsome Demon King burning with exactly the curse I needed. Everyone else avoided him as if he were death.

my waist started moving on its own at the rythm set by his hand. His other hand traveled to my chest, uncovering my breast. A second finger found its way inside me as he closed his mouth around my nipple. That was enough to make me climax. I shivered and moaned loud as we slowly come to a stop. He claims my mouth once again as my body calms through the pleasure. “Now you’re relaxed” He says as he breaks the kiss. “W-What?” My breath falters when I try to get it under control. “That’s what this was? To relax me?”

her own thoughts started screaming at her, scaring her. Kaya continued to rip that book's pages apart while crying harder and harder. It was a lie. Everything written in that book was a lie for her. She didn't have that beautiful journey like it was written on it then how could she expect a beautiful destination from her fate? Kaya was about to throw that book but found him grabbing her hand.