Romans & histoires Bitten Contract Manga

"Alice!" "Woof! Woof! Woof!" I was okay, but my daughter had been bitten right through the thigh. Was my rebirth for nothing? Could I really not change anything? Despair flooded over me as I crawled toward her. I held her tightly and called her name repeatedly. Just then, the wail of sirens finally filled the air. Alice was rushed into the emergency room for stitches. Meanwhile, Thomas stood a short distance away. He was talking on the phone, his face lit up in excitement.

He set his glass down too hard, wine sloshing over the rim, and reached across the table to grab my wrist before I understood what was happening. "Who told you that name?" His grip tightened, his eyes wild in a way I had never seen from him. "Elise, tell me right now. Who told you?" "You're hurting me." His grip only tightened further, his knuckles white around my wrist, his breathing ragged like a man who had just been told the worst news of his life. I pulled my hand away, my heart slamming against my ribs, every instinct screaming at me to run and every part of me needing to hear what came next.

Everything just felt messed up. As the water poured over my head and body, images of Jasher haunted me. I moved my hand to where he had touched and kissed. God, you idiot, Bernice! I looked down at my breast and saw a bite mark. Just thinking about it stirred something inside me. No! Get it together! Think about something else. Anything else. Mind-link. Right! That! How about having a mind link with Jasher? I'm not a full werewolf. I don't have a wolf, and I can't shift.

“Smaller group. Better timed. We stopped them before they reached the inner grounds. One taken alive. The rest did not leave the tree line.” I watched him from across the room. “You’re still bleeding.” “It’s nothing.” He crossed the space without the careful distance he had maintained for so many days. When he stopped in front of me, the bond pulled hard and immediate, no longer buffered by restraint or unfinished moments. His eyes moved over my face, slower than before. “There is no point pretending the contract still holds the same weight,” he said quietly. “It doesn’t. What happened earlier changed the foundation.” “I know.”

“You and I both knew it was going to hurt. I was a willing participant, and honestly, it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Though it still hurt, and I don’t remember you losing control.” “Yeah, well, I did.” “When?” she asked, drawing small circles on my chest. “When I bit you. I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to anymore.” “Oh, Jarren, get over it. It doesn’t hurt.” “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” “I’m not lying. When you bit me, it just heightened the pleasure. It made it more intense,” she said, yawning. “Go to sleep, Piccolo. You’re tired.”

"Come on, at least tell me how Mr. Wentworth came to be. Was he born from trauma or did you get some sort of brain damage?" He remained silent. "And does the contract apply to him too?" I went on, too amused by his discomfort to stop. "Because I'm not sure I want to sleep with that sicko. He seems like the type that would enjoy hardcore bdsm." I blabbed on. Dante shut his laptop with a soft click. His hands were steepled in front of his mouth and he looked deep in thought. "Bianca," he said in a low voice. "Let's not go there. And no—this contract is between you and me. Not him." He gestured with one hand. "Come here."

Worst than a mosquito bite and those bitches hurt. "Didn't anyone tell you that biting innocent girls can get you killed?" The next thing I know, this guy throws the one that bit me, against a wall with one punch. How does someone have that much strength. Then again, I just witness a vampire and freaking bit me "Now, next time think twice. Goodnight." He said and then he grabbed the guy's head and ripped it off. I was trying to get some air but wasn't working. I was dizzy from him drinking my blood and what I just freaking witness today.

he bited my nipple hardly I hitted on his shoulder and said "bad guy" he chuckled and said "your's bad guy" I smiled and said "it's a girl" he replied "I know" I pouted and asked "why you bited me when you known it already" he replied "I wanna know it from you" I rolled my eyes he started teasing my honeypot I'm biting my lips he said "still wanna fight with me" I nodded my head as no he undressed me and himself he said "want gentle" I nodded my head as yes he said "okay my dear kitten baby"

“And they’ve felt the bond too. Whatever is coming… it’s not human. And it’s close.” I swallowed, my hand instinctively brushing the bite on my shoulder. Heat radiated from it like wildfire. My body screamed in recognition, in longing, in fear. I wanted him. I wanted to run. I wanted to fight. And above all… I wanted to know if he would accept me, fully, despite the lies, the stolen bite, the betrayal that had marked every step of my life. But before I could ask, a low rustle came from the treeline outside, and I froze. Shadows shifted unnaturally.

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”