Elianne The Starved Novels & Stories

She smiled wide at him “Have I ever lied to you?” She asked and tilted her head slightly. Jonathan smiled at her and gripped her hand gently “No, Ellie you have not.” “Good…now that is all settled let us eat..” She said before everyone dug in. Jonathan’s heart beat rapidly in his chest as he ate in silence. ~"Our second chance mate..she is accepting us?“~ His wolf Evander asked. (Evander = good man). Jonathan stopped eating to stare at Elleanna who smiled and spoke with Nolan’s mate Gracie.

Eleanor mumbled stirring lightly. "Come on. Sit up, I brought you food." Madam Helen urged tapping her arm. Eleanor sat up slowly, groaning as she felt pains in her body. Her stomach was starting to hurt from hunger. "Dear gods." Madam Helen exclaimed lowly when she saw her face, she looked terrible. There were bags under her eyes, obviously from stress and crying too much. "Oh gods, how are you feeling?" "I'm hungry." Eleanor muttered. "Yeah, that's right." Madam Helen took a seat opposite Eleanor and drew the tray of food between them. She opened the plate and took the spoon to feed her but Eleanor objected. "No, you don't have to do that."

But after I bartered the necklace for a hefty chunk of bread and a generous slice of apple tart, a hesitant smile crept across her face. As she devoured the food with a ferocity that spoke volumes about her hunger, I learned her name was Elara. She was an orphan, abandoned at the village gates a few months ago. The villagers, bless their kind hearts, took her in, but times were tough, and food was scarce. As she shared her story, her voice a quiet murmur, a picture emerged – a picture of a harsh life, one where hunger and uncertainty were constant companions. And yet, there was a spark in her eyes, a resilience that refused to be extinguished.

Finally, when Elion’s hunger was sated, Henry carefully pushed the wheelchair back out of the living room, leaving the abandoned plates on the table. Ella stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. Darkness had fallen fully, leaving her alone in the house. She blinked slowly, taking in the quiet. Two plates of fried rice sat innocently on the table, untouched and steaming faintly in the dim light. Her lips trembled, and she murmured to herself: “You don’t believe a prostitute’s word, but you believe in her food to satisfy your hunger…”

But then, the warehouse doors at the far end of the hall began to bang. *BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.* "The 'Cleanup Crew'?" Elara asked, her voice trembling. "No," Leo said, his eyes narrowing. "The 'Shareholders.' They’re not in their gold suits anymore. And they’re **hungry**." Through the glass windows of the doors, I saw them. Thousands of withered, pale people, their eyes glowing with a desperate, blue light. They were the ones who had been "Feeding" on our stories. Now that the stories were gone, they were starving.

Ella’s POV Five years ago. I sit curled against the corner of my cell with my knees pressed to my chest while hunger twists inside my stomach. No one bothers bringing food tonight. Maybe they think a dead woman no longer needs to eat. The torches along the dungeon walls crackle faintly while footsteps echo through the corridor. I keep my head lowered and quietly watch the guards switch positions outside the cells. One sentinel leaves his post and another takes his place. The new guard lingers near my cell before lowering her hood slightly. I recognize him. It’s Ronald, one of the Gammas.

She growled with determination and rage. She would have thought of a better plan if she knew there were guards at the entrance of the room. She realized that she was stuck here and even the maids were unable to help her because they were being watched. Exhaustion washed over her, heavy and suffocating. Though her stomach twisted painfully with hunger — she hadn’t eaten in nearly two days — she refused to touch the food laid out before her. Starvation felt like the only control she had left. Elena curled into herself on the bed, pulling her knees close as she tried to preserve what little strength remained.

He saw the mighty, silvery ship on the Heaven up, then over to the improvised steaming garden, the Betty in the ruin of Ouroboros. A hesitant but warm light entered his eyes. “Primas”, said the young man and finally let his glass spear in the dust fall. “The stars are perfect... but they don’t grow. They do not change.” Lyra stopped abruptly and stared at him unconstitutional. “Elian. What are you doing?” “I’m staying,” Elian simply said. A caterpillar went through the stars. Two more guards and one

Ellen stopped for a while, and looked up at him. She has already eaten half of the food, and stopping now won't do her any good. Even if the food was poisoned, then let it be, after all, her mate is dead. So dying wasn't a threat to her. She continued with the food, to the stupefaction of Caine, who envisioned otherwise. After eating, she let the tray of food fall off her thighs and she cleaned her mouth on her thighs like an animal.

That’s why Karina, the maid he hired for Eleanor, as well as the other maids, were trained when it comes to electronics. “How would I…leave?” “Sister!” Elli gasped, walking towards her suddenly. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering it? You would be tagged as a rebel! Alpha Irvine wouldn’t let you come back. You’ll be banished.” “What we’re doing is illegal either way. This isn’t for me, Elli. This is for Elijah. We’ve lived our lives easy and luxuriously thanks to the palace and the taxes of Cinco. I can’t live with myself knowing I’m stuffing my mouth with food knowing my brother is starving to death.”