Eat You Alive Eden O'neill Novels & Stories

Edward Mitchell stroked the corner of her lips again, until red. Anne Jenner dodged, saying, "Then I'll prepare you guys too." Edward Mitchell: ". . . . . " "I accept ten people alone." Edward Mitchell snorted coldly, started roasting the goat for her, and picked up the enoki mushrooms for her, and Anne Jenner looked at him, "Have you eaten yet?" "Haven't eaten yet." "Then eat it yourself." Edward Mitchell put the goat meat in front of her mouth, "Eat." "Don't let me feed you with my mouth, it's not easy to see."

She sighed and stared at the young boy’s firm eyes. “Fine. You can properly bury your mother but we need to burn her body. We still don’t know anything about zombies. It just still the first day of the apocalypse” Andrea Su said. She was about to turn around but she noticed Psyche Flint’s changing reactions. Psyche Flint just watched the confrontation between Lincoln Joe and Andrea Su but something unexpected happened. She noticed that, on her sight, Lincoln Joe’s body turned transparent and blood veins were visible to her eyes. The blood flows on Lincoln Joe’s body thumped like a heartbeat.

He grinned and left, then I picked up the chopping stick. “Are you sure he didn't find you in the restroom?” Kisey inquired. He had seen me hurry out of there when I noticed that Eden was searching for me with my scent. “She knows that whoever it is that saved her from the woods is her mate, and she must find him.” I licked my lips, nothing was interesting in this world when you weren't happy. “Now that she's my mate, do you think she won't reject me if she finds out?”

I’m not going to survive this, am I? The door opens again, and Eden walks in. She's wearing a simple cream sweater and high-waisted jeans, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail. She isn’t wearing any makeup, and she looks divine. In her hands is a large paper bag from the café down the street. The smell of fresh croissants and coffee immediately fills the room. She doesn't acknowledge anyone else. Her gaze finds mine and lingers. "I brought breakfast," she says softly. "You didn't eat this morning."