Book Bite Novels & Stories

Kolya’s eyes met mine, wide with wonder, and then he pulled me down into a kiss so deep it stole whatever air I had left. “You’re mine now,” he whispered against my lips. “And I’m yours.” I smiled, feeling warmth bloom deep in my chest. And just like that, I became his luna. His mate. His future. *THE END* To be continued: Wolfbait, Book 5 of the Wolfbane series.

"They're not your friends?" "Don't get in the way if you want to live." The man pulled me violently and with his great strength I ended up on the right side behind him in a place where the monsters couldn't reach me. Three more tried to rush us, but they didn't do anything the way the crazy man kicked. If his behavior wasn't bad I might have applauded him. I thought he was winning consecutively, but my eyes widened when he bit his shoulder. I heard him scream in pain.

I said while still watching him through the peephole. "Very funny. I came to invite you for some coffee." "I have coffee here, unless you have some important topic." I replied. "Friends go out for coffee. Or I can just get in through your window. You choose." "How does Mallory and your parents deal with you." I asked while opening the door. "I'm a delight." He gave a devilish smile. "Confusing is the word." I said with crossed arms. "Are you alone?" "Why, are you going to Bite Me?" I asked while raising an eyebrow.

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.

I say. "I don't bite, you know. You don't have to be so rigid." "Yes sir." My freaking nerves. Damien raises one brow at me. "Yes Damien," I correct. "Better. You were cool tonight, it was your first time wasn't it?" I can't form words right now, I just nod. "The next time we have to do a work thing, I'll like to take you along. Maybe introduce you to some people." Oh my goodness. "When you say next time, does that mean_"

Ronan looked down at her without the slightest hint of fear. Then he scoffed. "You think you're the only one who loves biting?" He flashed a grin. "I have teeth as well." He leaned forward just enough for her to hear him clearly. "Now..." "...are you in for a biting game?" Homura blinked. The growl died in her throat. For the first time in a long while, she was completely speechless. BACK AT THE HUNTER'S COMPOUND.. 🫶 LEXI 🫶 I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, surrounded by old, dusty books I'd taken from the storage room. Most of them were worn beyond repair, their pages yellow with age.

"Sure, you ordered. But rules are rules! You broke one, you pay. Or are you trying to ditch the bill?" I shut it down. "Get Kevin Daley. I'm his sister." She looked me up and down, sneering harder. "Our boss runs a real business. Every broke cousin thinks they can score a free meal. He's busy. Pay your bill—people are waiting." It was the weekend, private rooms packed, so I'd been seated in the main hall. I only had my assistant, Demi, with me. She finally snapped. "What is wrong with you? We ate ONE piece of bread. How did that bother other guests?"

The little goblin stood this way, the book held tightly in her hands, her lips moving silently. "Well?" Mike asked after nearly a minute had passed. "Tink doesn't remember." Shoulders slumping, Tink handed the book to Mike. "Maybe husband figure out?" "We'll see." Opening the book, he was surprised to see the words swim across the page, the text fixing itself in place before his eyes. Expecting some profound piece of magic, he realized he was looking at a fairly simple recipe for peanut butter cookies. Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page.

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.