Biting The Tiger Novels & Stories

“Let go! I’m a tiger, not a pet!” Nathaniel’s eyes shined. “It’s a talking fake tiger!” Tigger’s whiskers trembled with anger. This was an insult to his self-esteem as a tiger! “I’m a real tiger!” Nathaniel chuckled, held Tigger by its tail, and spun Tigger around like a cat toying with a mouse. Tigger yelled in anger, “Mama, save me! I’m gonna get killed…” Nathaniel immediately covered Tigger’s mouth and cast a guilty glance at Nicole, who was still fast asleep, before he sighed in relief.

Even though I was talking about the dog, my gaze was fixed on him. His face turned sour. Just as he was about to speak, chaos erupted. The dog suddenly became agitated and bared its teeth at me. Before anyone else could react, it lunged at me. In my past life, that was how I got bitten to death. I had tried to grab my bag and hit it, but Thomas had stopped me. "Mom, that's Sophia's favorite dog! If you hurt it, she'll be heartbroken!" Because of that, I missed my chance and ended up letting the dog bite me repeatedly. It also led me to lose my daughter forever.

He was all over my lips like a monster. The memories of Sebastian's guys bothering me on the flight flashed before me, adding to my fear. Breathing became difficult. That monster grinned as they ripped my clothes while I cried. I felt myself falling apart as I just stood there, helpless as the traumatic events played before my eyes as the cruel stranger ate my lips like a beast ignoring my cries.

Silence hit hard. I smiled, but it stung. Yeah, I loved him. Once. Loved him enough to ditch my birthright, to dull my claws. I played the good mate—tended to his high-maintenance mom and his fragile little stepsister. All it got me? Betrayal. Ice-cold lies. James gripped the rabbit fur like it owed him something, jaw grinding hard. His face twisted. "You set this up. All of it." He thought flashing his Alpha title and a crooked healer's word would shut everyone up.

Stand tall. So I straightened my back and lifted my chin, trying to look bigger than I felt. The tigers drew closer, their golden eyes locked on me, their noses twitching as they sniffed the air. “Babies, I swear, I don’t taste good,” I whispered, my lips trembling despite my attempt at humor.

“Oh, fuck Daze!” She gazed up at him in alarm. “W-what?” He licked his lips and shook his head. “Just, you naked—kneeling at my feet and tugging at my—boot.” Daisy grinned. “Get you right in the rocks, does it?” He chuckled and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

"My new stepsister arrived today." They reacted the way I expected them to—like a bunch of animals. They were hooting and hollering, making a whole lot of noise that made my head hurt. Tommy was the only sensible one. "So, if you're mad, it means things didn't go according to plan?" I gulped the whiskey down and savored the feeling of it burning all the way down my throat. "Let's just say we have nothing in common. I can't stand women like her."

he said, “if you continue to harass my fiancée, I may have to teach you a lesson. My patience has its limits.” His voice wasn’t loud, but the threat in it was unmistakable. Greg stiffened. As he looked at us standing close together, pain and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. However, in the next second, that unwillingness twisted into rage. He slammed his fist into the wall beside him, blood immediately seeping through his fingers. “Zoe…” he said my name hoarsely. I didn’t turn back. With Julian’s arm wrapped around me, we walked away, leaving Greg standing there alone, watching as blood dripped from his hand onto the ground, blooming into vivid red stains.

His presence was a blend of strength and sorrow, with chains forged from his own shattered spine clinking ominously against each step. As he moved, Bastian leaned closer to the abyss, his voice a low whisper that seemed to echo through time itself, a promise aimed at the void that loomed before him: "If she rises again, you must end her. Even if it means severing the bond with the one you hold dear."