Book Bite Novels & Stories

He groaned, pushing her upwards as she still laid on him while his lips were buried into her bosoms, letting his tongue ravage her body. She still wasn't enough, and she still didn't have enough of him. There was a Sweetness in his neck, and when she buried her lips in his neck, he licked it with her tongue. He moaned, whispering to her, "Bite me.!" She stopped. It was as though she didn't hear his words right and she looked straight into his eyes, her face squeezed in confusion as she asked him, "What?". "You heard me..! Bite me!", He said again. It as first started up as a reflex from the sweetness if had embrace and moves, and when he had to think about it again, he felt as though it was

ZACHARY CHARGED at the intruders. Using his right hand, he punched the first one in the stomach and then kicked the groin. The man bellowed in pain. While he was unfinished with the first, the second intruder tried to punch him in the jaw, but he missed. Zachary's fangs elongated, then he bit the man's jugular. Their blood was acid in his tongue. He wanted to puke at the aftertaste. Throwing the second man, he charged at the other, but he teleported.

He bites his lip, carrying a massive pile of frustration right back into his chest as he drops the food onto their table. Darius and Ezekiel eagerly grab a piece and bite down, but their faces instantly turn stiff. The dumpling skins are super thick and completely undercooked in the center, and the chive stuffing has absolutely zero salt or flavor. It is a total case of a pretty-looking dish that tastes like dry mountain mud.

That his son was a devil? I lost my appetite. I wouldn't be able to eat anything. "So," Alpha Marcus began, "classes start on Monday. You've got the whole weekend to explore the pack. I was thinking I could ask our driver to show you around and—" "No, of course not," Jude cut in, turning his head to stare directly at me. "I'll take her. Nobody knows this pack better than I do." He smiled and poured himself more coffee. "Besides, we'll have a blast. What do you say, Mena?"

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

“This is disgusting! He bit him. He actually bit that freak of nature!” Her voice is like an echo that resonates in Keiran's head and he abruptly comes to a stop and everyone—his group of friends and Lena reels their heads to look at him. And just like that, everything comes flooding back, hitting him hard and brutal. The full moon, the shift, the pull and the bite. Seth. At that moment, it's like something slammed him with a force, a wild force that nearly knocks the breath out of him. Shit. Keiran can't breathe.

The bite mark on his neck served as undeniable proof of his mate bond, a concept he had read about but struggled to comprehend. He noticed a photograph of a bite mark in the book, resembling the one on his neck from Felicity's bite. Beneath the image, the phrase "the bite of infinity" was inscribed, explaining that this type of bite signifies a soulmate connection, where each partner is destined to find the other across lifetimes. If one partner dies, the other follows; if one is reborn, so is the other, as their souls are forever intertwined and cannot be separated. Although he was uncertain about the full implications of the text, he felt a profound joy in knowing that he and Felicity were

She smiles as she climbs into bed. Kim smile as she moves over next to Brianna. I walk over taking a seat at the end of the bed as Kim open the book. "The very hungry caterpillar." She read the title to Brianna before opening the book. "In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf. One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and pop out the egg came a very tiny and a very hungry caterpillar." Kim looks over at me sitting on the end of the bed and smile as she turns the page and continues to read the book.

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.

I felt her body arch and smirked into her skin. She pulled me back up by my hair and brought my lips back to hers. She bit my bottom lip, and I moaned. She bit it again and smirked when she got the same reaction. She took one of my snake bites between her teeth and pulled gently. She knew what this did to me.