Novel & Cerita Love The First Bite

“Eat. Before they get cold.” I pushed myself up against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to cover my chest out of habit even though he’d seen—and touched—every inch of me countless times. The first bite was heaven and I moaned around the mouthful, my eyes closing. “Good?” “Better than good,” I mumbled around another bite. “You’re officially forgiven for making them without me. But only because these are perfect.” “I’ll take the win.” He reached over to steal a berry from the bowl, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied hum.

She asked. I did not think twice about it before I gave her an eager nod. She smiled and handed me a piece that was wrapped in parchment paper. The First bite was crunchy and so delicious. It was crispy on the outside but soft and buttery inside. It was sweet also with just a hint of Spice in it. It was amazing and I couldn't hold Back the words while taking another bite. Every single day here taught me a new thing. There was a whole lot more I did not know and every Discovery left me amazed. "This is so delicious."

I ate. The first bite went off in my mouth like nothing I'd had in five years. There was a fat in it that coated the whole tongue and a sour brightness cutting up through the middle of the fat, and a heat at the back that arrived late and stayed, and my eyes shut on their own. "Fuck." I didn't plan that one either. It came up out of somewhere under the floor of me, and I had to put my fist to my mouth and breathe out hard around the bite.

I take the first bite and it’s salty, it might be lemon but it tastes like acid. It’s the worst thing I have ever eaten. It’s perfect. Because she is standing there, cheeks flushed from the oven heat, eyes pleading. The freckles scattered across her nose steals my attention and that curl that keeps falling into her lashes and she keeps blowing it away with these little anxious puffs that make her lips into the shape of a kiss. I set the fork down and swallow the bite. “It’s really good.” Her shoulders sag. “It’s awful. I know. I am sor—”

All my favorites. I took a bite and put my fork down.

When she took her first bite, she was sure it was the best food she had ever tasted. "There is something unforgettable about you," Byron said, making her nearly choke on the spaghetti, "But that doesn't justify what he's doing."

She was sleeping better and could even look at raw meat without feeling immense nausea. “American girl.” There were still certain people who didn’t seem to like her very much, for reasons she couldn’t quite figure out. Popular girl Jisu wasn’t a fan—she and her small clique had made that very obvious. But for some reason, her boyfriend didn’t seem to share his girlfriend’s disdain. “Would you care to share your apple?” He didn’t give her much of a choice. He snatched the fruit right out of her hands before Maya could even reply. She sighed.

"Of course, how could you not? I'm a pretty awesome advertisement for joining. Plus you love me." "Hmmm, you're right. I do love you." I sank into his kiss. Happy. Content. Life as a wolf was definitely looking up.

“But you haven’t even tried it yet. How can you tell you won’t like it? Try it—you never know; it might be your new favorite.” “Do you like it?” he asked, his gaze steady on mine. “I love it.” “You sure love things fast,” he said dryly, taking a hesitant bite. “Hey, no need to be snarky,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “I know what you’re pointing at.” He chewed slowly, then nodded once. “It’s fine. Edible.” “Fine?” I threw my hands up dramatically, breathing in the salty air. “This is amazing! So good! I can’t believe I’m here, and with you, of all people. Life sure has its surprises.”

Elijah, at only seven, ran close behind her, his small legs moving as fast as they could. Father embraced Adam first, his eldest son, with a firm hug before sweeping Mother and Bella into his arms, showering them with kisses. He clasped Elijah close and then turned to me, his eyes briefly meeting mine. There was joy in his gaze-or perhaps relief-but there was something else too: a shadow, a sadness that lingered even as he smiled.