Bitten Contract Manhwa Novels & Stories

“So if you return and your maid is in several pieces and hopefully missing more than an eyelash, you’ll mark me again?” I blinked. “What the hell are you… I’m not talking about your weird marking crap! I’m saying I’ll bite you until you’re dead!” He grinned, slowly and dangerously, like the very idea turned him on. “Deal accepted,” he said. “Just tell me…will the bite match how many parts she will be missing when you come home? That way I’ll know exactly how bad she’s going to look when I’m done pulling her apart, so you can punish me properly for it.”

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

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"

I bit my lower lip. "Don't bite your lips... Just bite me," Hyun Ki gives me his shoulder to bite. I can only nod my head. This sex is very painful, even though we do it in dreamland. Yeah, it's like dick his splitting me in two. Because it hurt so much that my tears fell, and at that moment I bit his white shoulder. While he growled, then he stomped his hips, thus making our bodies really unite. He is in me.

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

I could have laughed but kept my face straight, staring at him. It took time but he gathered himself, seeing the people staring from the corner of my eyes, slowing down to see what was happening, some gasping. “I accept luna and future queen Raven.” He said back as I pulled his arm even higher with me taking a step closer. My head lowered, turning his arm to place my teeth on his skin then bite hard as they sank with blood flooding my mouth. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever done with my stomach turning. I made sure to hit the bone before pulling back, holding the arm to watch the wound turn black from my bite. He was slightly shaking, not sure if it was the shock or if it was pain

Amanah "Ugh, why do I still need to drink this?" I groaned as Miall passed me a bottle full of his blood, which I found horrid. "Because you need to get better," he kissed my forehead, and I pouted. "But it's disgusting," I whispered as I adjusted Maniah properly in my arms. She pulled my nipple between her gums, and it took all that was in me not to scream because I didn't want to scare her. "Stop biting me."

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickgirp. Have a care, Black Horn, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Cellie," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaben H'wan, once of the Free City of Black Horn. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?"

Lucan She shivered and whimpered in my arms. I tightened my hold, squeezing her as my fangs deepened. Her hands held mine, clenching it. Her nails scratched the surface of my skin as our feelings intensified. I felt her relax in defeat as I finally retracted my teeth, sucking her flesh before licking it fervidly. I kissed it for one last time and noticed that she’s slumped against me. Her head was on my chest, tilted to the side. Her neck where I bit her was fully exposed. Her eyes were closed as her chest rose and fell calmly.

Without a word, they toasted—a silent, heavy toast that celebrated nothing. John stared at the glass for a few seconds before downing the contents in one gulp. He set the glass back on the table firmly. “It’s a contract,” he said, in a bitter tone, breaking the silence. Daniel and Marcus exchanged glances, puzzled. John Walker worried about a contract? “Any problem with contracts?” asked Marcus, furrowing his brow. “That’s new.” John took a deep breath and, after a long sip, let out the bitter, raw truth: