Grab A Bite Novels & Stories

I ask. "Don't make me angry. Stand up!" He commands, his hands grabbing unto me to heaven me up from the floor. "Why? I'm not going with you." I struggled to my feet, snatching my hand away from him, I noticed his eyes flash gold and Inna flash, he pulled me roughly against him and sank his teeth into the nape of my neck.

Or both. “Stay,” I rasp against her ear. “That’s a fucking order, Sienna.” I can’t do the full bite. That’d kill her faster than whatever’s already eating her alive. So I do the stupid, reckless, half-measure thing. I bite her shoulder. It hits her like a live wire. For one heartbeat, there is nothing. Then the bond snaps taut—violent and ugly, as if someone has tied our souls together with razor wire and yanked.

Bianca insisted. Lily swallowed hard, hating the fact she was considering it. She could hear the man’s heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her mouth watered, and she felt so famished. Before she realized it, she took his arm in her hands. “Just take a little,” Bianca urged, and Lily bit down into the man’s forearm. He grunted in pain, and Lily noticed Bianca had bitten his other arm.

I said, still a bit startled, "but where did that come from?" Adam gently rubbed his warm hands up and down my arms, a tender gesture that made the chill in the air fade slightly. "You were bitten," he replied, his voice low and soothing. I pulled back suddenly, my real annoyance flaring. "What?" "Let me finish," he said, taking a small step closer, his seriousness cutting through the tension. "The bite didn't break the skin... You got lucky." His gaze dropped, evading mine as if he were wrestling with the gravity of what he was saying.

she declares making me smile proudly at her. I walk over and grab a tumbler off the shelf, let my canines distend, then bite into the flesh of my wrist drawing blood. I hold my wrist over the glass and let the blood drip in. A few drops land in the glass before my bite heals itself and I let my canines retract. I walk over and hand the glass to Mei.

I sigh and gently grab him, stroking him as gently as ever. First he didn't give any reaction, I wasn't surprised though. I took him inside my mouth, sucking on him. He gave out a small moan, and the faster I go the louder his moan. He grab my hair forcefully and started banging my head on him. I was nearly choking but I couldn't resist his force grip on my head, too strong for someone as fragile like me to break free from. Minutes later he cummed inside my mouth and forced me to swallow it all.

“Grab what you want. Or if you’re looking for something else, I can go fetch it…” “I’m not hurt. At least not badly. This time,” he answered. He caught the apple and took a quick bite. “But that was a great deal of exertion for a lot longer than usual. Imagine… imagine the quick burst of strength that the adrenaline gives you to lift a cart off a child or something. Then imagine doing it for several minutes.” He grabbed the dried meat, bit into the corner, and then twisted his head to the side like an animal, ripping off a chunk. “This should do for now, I think.” He went back and forth between the apple and the hunk of meat until they were both gone. “Yup. Much better.”

Fire flies settled on a grass few metres from them and she took in a lungful of oxygen around her, loving the scent of flowers. "You like it?" He asked, watching her with love. "No, I love it!" They sat on a bench and he put the tray in between them. Before he could say jack, she attacked the lap of a juicy chicken in the tray and slurped up the juices, chewing her mouth loudly like she was eating a bubble gum. Her stomach still felt empty and she helped herself to more food. "Why am I so hungry?" "Two things are living in you." Maris stopped, a bone hanging out of her mouth. She sucked on it noisily before freezing again.

The smell of hot metal and lilies rotting in water. Then another image over it: Mara. Younger. Crying. Both hands pressed to a mirror gone liquid with light. And behind Mara, just barely visible in the silver flood, a man with dark hair and a ring on one hand reaching for her too late. Bastian. The name arrived with the image like a nail driven through wood. I jerked backward, gasping. Mirabella's expression changed. Not surprise. Recognition. "There you are," she said softly. "What does that mean?"

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.