Bitten Novels & Stories

[46] ||Charl Charlotte|| I groaned in deep pa in, whimpering and almost screaming as Lincoln used the small knife to eject the bullet out of my arm, it stings and hurt more like he ll itself. A kind of pa in a sane human can bear for even a second or two. This is the kind of dirty and dea th game drug lords and dealers get their selves involved in, huh? The thought of Hardie treating that bit ch of a lady with care and taking risk for her, hurt and break my heart more than pa in and rejection itself.

I rarely sleep, my mind is never at rest to actually sleep or maybe insomnia had already seeped deeper into my system than I had expected. I was due for a haircut, my disheveled hair was a great clue. The tip of my nose stood red and pink lips, red. Wait, why were they red? Your constant biting down on it and licking, is hint enough? I rolled my eyes at my mind sassing me.

being used like a synonym for "boring." The last thing I think about is the heat of his mouth on my neck and the sound he made right before he bit me — a low, vibrating sound that came from somewhere deeper than a human throat, a sound that I can still feel resonating in the wound on my neck like it was implanted there along with his teeth. I pass out with my hand pressed against the bite and my blood drying on my fingers and a stranger's growl echoing in the dark behind my eyelids. The bite is still stinging when I wake up. By Wednesday, it's just a scar.

“Hold me. And if it gets too painful, feel free to bite down.” I hiccuped. “You… want me to bite you?” “Why do you keep repeating everything I say?” “I’m not!” I shot at him, “It’s just, who in the their right senses would want to be bitten? That’s just… Barberic.” He tilted his head, “It might come as a shock to you, Sunshine. That some people actually enjoy getting bitten while they are being fucked senseless. ” “W-what?” “You heard me.”

He growled loudly at me, a growl that made me close my eyes because I thought that this time it would be the end of me. The wolf bit me, but not my skin, but my shirt, he tore it completely, leaving me alone in my brazier. It did the same with my skirt. I was motionless and almost breathless. I needed to do something, I needed to get out of here. I needed to defend myself.

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.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” A low growl rumbled from his chest, and instinctively, my body shivered not from cold. His hand pressed against my back, pushing me closer. Every instinct screamed to flee, but every fiber of me was pulled toward him. Desire, fear, and something older, something feral, twisted together inside me. Then he bit me.

I want something to hurt that is not the ache between my legs or the bruise forming on my neck where his teeth sank in. What did I do? The question circles my brain like a trapped bird, beating its wings against the inside of my skull. What did I do? What did I let him do? I press my fingers to the bite. It throbs. It burns. It feels nothing like the cheap blockers I scrub into my glands every morning. It feels permanent. It feels like a brand. Someone has marked me—claimed me—and I do not even know his name.

Holding her hand made half of the water spill out. "Shhh...." Rena hissed to see the water spilled. She then looked at Robut annoyed. "This is not an animal bite.. this is my mate's bite, we have already marked each other." “You are my mate! Rena?! Are you crazy? Don't talk nonsense." He said loudly with a thump.

Despite my blurred vision, I saw this creature approaching me through the faint darkness and licked my face before moving to my neck. I felt its long, sharp teeth pierce through my skin, causing intense pain. I wanted to scream but couldn't. Instead, hot tears streamed down my face. After the bite, a voice resonated in my head. "Mate.''