Love The First Bite Novels & Stories

That's all. I didn't want to eat it but she assured me that it tasted good. I saw the pleading in her eyes, so, I agreed. And the smile she flashed made my heart skip a beat. I never saw her smile at me before. When I tasted the first spoonful of soup, I was stunned because the soup was so delicious. It surely didn't taste like any other soup for sick people. I instantly felt hungry and finished the soup hurriedly. When she asked me if I wanted more, I got embarrassed, she was standing there the whole time watching me eat hurriedly. But I couldn't say no as the soup was very tasty and I wanted to eat more. She went out to bring more soup.

But the boy who held me last night, who danced with me as if gliding across water, doesn’t have a cold bone in his body. That boy’s heart shone through his eyes, and for just a little while, it shone for me. I will never forget that. Never forget how it felt the first time I felt my heart beat out of time. But it would be even more impossible to forget the first time I fell in love.

"You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born." "How is that possible? My parents, I was sure they were humans and they haven't mentioned anything unnatural… and I never felt strange before." "You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place

The music at the engagement party drifted back into the air, and Julian’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around mine, warmth seeping through our palms. His long fingers cracked open a nut shell and brought the kernel to my lips with such ease it seemed like he had done it a thousand times before. “Zoe, are you tired?” he whispered into my ear, his warm breath brushing my earlobe. I turned to look at him and found myself staring into his deep, steady eyes—the kind of eyes that always made me feel safe.

But in truth, I was just addicted to the thrill of conquest. … Once again, I biked 40 miles through pouring rain to fetch Caleb's favorite dessert. Seeing that, he crossed his arms and lifted his chin arrogantly. "Are you seriously that obsessed with me? Fine. I'll make it official." Even after we became a couple, Caleb was still impossible to please. His water had to be exactly the right temperature, the food had to arrive at a specific temperature, and his sandwiches had to be perfectly sliced. Most importantly, his tongue hadn't lost any of its bite.

“Trust me,dolcezza. You’re about to meet the love of your life. And she’s a slice of pepperoni.” When the pizza lands, greasy, bubbling, glorious, she takes one hesitant bite. Then moans. Loudly. My grip on the plastic cup full of Coke nearly snaps. She dabs her mouth delicately with a napkin, like she didn’t just kill me. Like she didn’t just moan in a way that will haunt my dreams. My pulse is still racing, my thoughts completely derailed, and she’s over there acting like she didn’t just melt my brain with one bite.

"People are skeptical the first time, but anyone who tries it never forgets it. It's a unique flavor… really memorable." "It's true," Sarah agreed, nodding emphatically. "It's the kind of flavor you either absolutely love or absolutely hate. No in-between. I've seen people make a face just hearing the description." "Only Nate loves it," Tori added in that slightly provocative tone I was beginning to recognize, taking a sip of her sparkling water. Nate laughed, but I caught something faintly nervous in his expression, like the sudden spotlight on his peculiar favorite was making him uncomfortable. His shoulders had a tension they didn't have minutes earlier.

My whole body jerked once, twice, then went limp. Elizabeth withdrew the breadstick slowly. Brought it above the table. Looked me dead in the eye. And took a slow, deliberate bite. She chewed. Swallowed. Licked her lips. “Delicious,” she murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. Alex glanced up. “What?” “The breadsticks,” she said sweetly. “Mia, you really should try one. They’re unforgettable today.” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. My clit still pulsed, my thighs slick, my mind blank except for one thought: And I wanted more…

The aroma alone made my stomach growl. I eagerly took my first bite. “Mmm…” I closed my eyes. “I've missed this.” Leonardo looked skeptical. “I still don't trust it.” “You trust me?” “Hmm, sometimes.” “Good enough.” I scooped up another forkful and held it toward him. “Open your mouth.” “No.” “Leonardo.” “No.” I pushed it closer. “Just one bite.” He sighed dramatically before giving in. “This is blackmail.” “It is.” He reluctantly took the bite and for three seconds… Nothing happened. Then he coughed, frowned, and coughed again.

Damon's POV I watched her lift the spoon with hesitant fingers and shaky hands. The first bite went in, and I could see immediately that she didn’t like it. Her eye brows twitched slightly, and I could see her try to force down a gag. Was it that bad? I tasted it myself and I immediately spat it out into the sink. What the hell was that salty concoction? And it tasted overly sweet, like I had put half a bag of sugar in it. The flavors clashed in my mouth even from that little bite.