Chaff Hunger Games Novels & Stories

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

Chandler hissed, his jaw twitching violently as the surrounding crowd started to listen. "It is pathetic," I continued, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. "You are standing in a room full of elite Alphas, begging a sick woman for help because you don't know how to balance a checkbook. You aren't an Alpha anymore, Chandler. You're a bankrupt beggar in a tailored suit."

Anger rises so fast it makes my vision blur. “They turned my whole line into a secret lock,” I say. Kael looks at me, then back at the page. His voice is colder now. “There’s more.” He turns another page. This time the words appear faster, like they’ve been waiting too long to be read. If the gate opens fully, the packs will not fall by fang or war. They will fall by hunger from the old dark beneath them. Silence. The torch in Kael’s hand cracks softly. Neither of us moves. “Hunger?” I say finally.

Rachael POV Hunger beat through my stomach so hard it felt like something alive was clawing at me from the inside. I grabbed my small bag with shaky fingers, the strap rough against my jaw. It had been too long since I’d eaten anything real, and every breath felt lighter than the one before, like my body was giving up little by little. If I didn’t find something soon, I knew I’d pass out. Maybe for hours. Maybe forever.

Keira POV The recruits sat in rows, their backs hunched like broken branches, clutching bowls of thin, gray porridge that smelled faintly of ash and despair. The air in the camp was heavy, thick with the stench of unwashed bodies, smoke, and the ever-present tang of fear. Voices stayed low, barely rising above a murmur, as if speaking too loudly might summon the whip. Kaden’s men prowled the edges of the meal yard, their heavy boots crunching on the packed dirt, whips coiled at their belts like sleeping serpents. One wrong move, one raised voice, and those whips would bite.

The chamber reeked of smoke, sweat, and fear. Shadows clawed at the Guardians relentlessly, their forms human but their powers straining to keep pace with the onslaught. Cheyenne’s arms shook, sweat streaking her sun-kissed skin as she gritted her teeth. We need our mates… we need them now, she thought, feeling the tether to Gunner thrumming weakly.

But as I gestured to the meager food, my teammates rose one by one, finding the will to take another step forward into the darkness that awaited us. Wordlessly, we shuffled over and knelt by the plates, each picking up a spoon to reluctantly dig into the putrid meal. We gathered around the food trays, eating our meager breakfast in silence. Haley pushed the bowl away half-eaten, her tone filled with disgust. "This stew is revolting," she muttered, "How can they expect us to survive on this slop?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying a growing sense of desperation beneath the anger.

I say as I finish, smoothing the big garment self-consciously. Chad turns around, his gaze sweeping over me, taking in the sight of me in his clothes. Satisfaction flashes across his face in an instant. I shift uneasily beneath his gaze, resisting the impulse to fidget. As if on cue, my stomach lets forth a loud growl. I flush, ashamed by my body's treachery yet again. "The kitchen's fully stocked," Chad remarks matter-of-factly. "Help yourself if you're hungry." He marches towards the door, his motions deliberate and controlled. He pauses with his hand on the knob and looks back at me. "The others will be out for the remainder of the day. "You will not be disturbed." With that, he is gone,

I swear it by the moon goddess, I will see you again. Chilli POV Pressing my bare cheek against the cold wall just to feel something, anything. I don't know how long it's been now but all I feel is numb, nothing, just cold and alone. The voice in my head helps where it can but it's not the same as having another being in the room with you, it helps me not feel completely alone. But I am alone. I'm trying so hard to not close myself off, I'm trying so hard to not lose hope, but when your only contact with the outside world is with someone like Pauline, it is so fucking hard to not want to close my eyes and never wake up. But I can't think like that, not with her growing inside me, I need to s

Lena tells me and I shake my head and turn back toward Xavier and Tyler, and say, “They are both lying to us.” “We know they are lying but we can’t find the Alpha to prove it.” Tyler tells me and I turn back toward Dane and ask, “Where is your father?” “How the hell should I know where he is.” Dane says to me and I step closer to him. “Dane, I am not in the mood to play your games. You see I have had a really bad last couple of months and now my husband is dead and I may lose control at any time now and I don’t think you want that to happen now, do you.” I said as I let my teeth elongate so he can see them. I hadn’t fed in a few days and I could feel the burning in the back of my throat tell