Chomp Novels & Stories

“Well, there’s the bread, it’s carbohydrates, totally good for our body. And lettuce, it’s a veggie! And the tomato, its-” She was cut off as two crumpled paper napkin come flying at her and she laughed.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

He snapped in deep rumblings, pulling the container away from her. "Okay, then." She quickly said, knowing better than pushing him too hard. Jayden returned his eyes to the salad, picking out a slice of apple. He held the piece mid-air, carefully examining it before biting into it. His teeth cut through the skin, and he chewed it slowly. The crunchy sound of his chewing echoed throughout the room. Maria watched him with great interest, fascinated by the process. He ate methodically, his attention focused solely on the food in his hand.

I didn’t bother using forks, and I just used my hand to eat everything my hand touched. "Ugh! It Tastes so good," I moaned, taking the fries and dipping them in the hot sauce. I stopped eating the sauce. It was sweet, but I prefer the sauce hotter. I didn’t chew before putting another thing in my mouth and I think I am so hungry because I vomited my guts out just a few minutes ago. "Easy, you will choke," Asher said, stopping me. I chewed what was in my mouth, my cheeks puffed out. After chewing, I swallowed hard, my throat hurting.

I just felt sincere gratitude to whoever did this. I grabbed a bar of granola and sank my teeth into it, chewing hurriedly like someone was going to show up all of a sudden and collect it from me. It tasted too good, that for some moment I could really have forgotten all of my worries. I grabbed a cold apple and sank my teeth into it, munching on the cold juicy flesh hungrily. I moved my mouth from right to left, granola to apple.

she replied sarcastically, earning her a playful shove. “Yeah, and this fire thing sounds like a real fuckin’ blast,” he retorted, leaning down to kiss her temple. “The things I do for you, huh.” -- Laughter and chatter echoed through the otherwise still night, the crackling of the fire sending orange embers across the gravel, as Max and Hazel walked up the drive. In the distance, the moo’s of a sleepy cow bounced off the dark skyline. Max sniffed, his lip curling into a grimace. “This place reeks.”

They surrounded me. I screamed when one suddenly rushed. I sat down again in fear. "I haven't taken a bath yet! I don't taste good!" I closed my eyes. If they eat me, I don't want to see them! But after a few minutes, I didn't feel anything from my body. When I started to open my eyes, the roar of the beast exposed me. "Damn this silver chain! It's going to screw me up again." He said, irritated. "They're not your friends?"

The croaker was supposed to be checking on me, not stealing my fucking chosen mate. I growled and hit my fists on the bed. Can this day get any worse? A sharp pain shot across my tummy. I mumbled, fuck, she’s doing commodity again. I ’ve worked out she’s not fucking him, so I may still have a chance. It only hits my tummy when it's sexual contact or indeed kissing. My mum said if she fucks someone differently, I ’ll feel it in my heart. When she marks someone, I ’ll feel it far and wide, but especially in my neck, where she was supposed to mark me until I accept the rejection from her. The pain gradationally got worse; it was spreading throughout my whole body. I cried ou

howl. Oh my God. Oh my God. The mantra kept repeating itself in almost incoherent gibberish in her mind. Something touched her still-throbbing sides, and without thinking, she turned her head and snapped. She caught something fleshy in her teeth, and she bit down hard, a warm spurt of fluid coating her tongue. Enjoying the taste, she chomped down harder, but something pried her jaw open, and the meat pulled free. Enraged at having her meal taken away, she attacked, her claws striking the animal before her, gouging its thin skin. The scent of blood, a smell she finally recognized, filled her senses and made her slaver in hunger.