Elianne The Starved Novels & Stories

And after that encounter with him and all that I heard, I can't stop myself from imagining the bloodshed waiting for all of us when he storms the Nightfall Pack tonight. Across the room, I see Elian adjusting his jean jacket and sighing heavily. He looks like he’s dying to punch through the wall behind him. “Elian?” I call softly. He turns in my direction. “Are you alright?” I ask. “Come on. I should be the one asking you that,” he sighs heavily. “Are you feeling better? Are you hungry? In fact don't bother answering that. I know you're hungry and I’m going to go get you some food and inspect the food preparations myself. If they think they can just poison anything you eat or drink without m

Bella said thanking her, she staggered towards her room and crashed on the bed immediately dozing off. Six hours later Bella woke feeling relaxed and all, she found Elaine still reading and she was glad that she actually meant it when she said she would help her. "What did you make?" Bella referred to the food she brought. "Porridge, it's still warm" she answered. Bella sat down close to her and began eating, "Did you find anything?" She asked her. "No, all I see are extreme measures used to kill the Sirens, most especially fire. Denise wouldn't be able to survive that, she is just human" Elaine explained all that she had red.

I got up from the bed and sat on the stool in front of the large mirror. Eliana fastened her bra, the clasp snapping shut. “You know I can’t end up with him. He’s nothing but trash from a low-class family.” She reached for her white gown and pulled it over her head I watched her in the mirror. Mark’s family weren’t poor,they were wealthy farmers. But Eliana had always craved princess treatment, the kind that came with status and luxury. I’d known her for four years. She hadn’t met her mate at eighteen either. When the Moon Goddess finally paired her with Mark two years later, she rejected everything about him. She refused him to mark her.

The old man wants to play a game with him, but this time he'll play fairly, just like Don Hernandez did to him. ELLAH opened her eyes. She hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep crying. She looked down at her clothes, relieved to see that she still had clothes on. She grabbed her stomach. She was starving, and it was as if time had betrayed her because she could smell the delicious, cooked food from where she was. Her stomach was churning from hunger. Later, the door suddenly opened, revealing the person she had been cursing in her mind. The aroma of the food on another tray he was carrying was mouthwatering.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

She glanced at the tray of food she had kicked over, now cold and ruined on the floor. Her pride had kept her from eating it before, but now, desperation was creeping in. I need to eat. I need to keep my strength up. Reluctantly, Elara reached for a piece of bread that hadn’t been completely ruined. It was stale now, but it was something. She tore off a small piece and forced herself to eat, her body protesting at the meager offering. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to take the edge off the hunger.

The sun penetrated through the window of the small, rundown room where I slept. It was casting a golden hue on my body. I got up, sitting on the floor, stretching my body. I felt so sore from the cold cement pressing on my bones all through the night. The ragged blue blanket offered little or no comfort, but I didn't mind; I wasn't supposed to have comfort, not after what I had done. My name is Eliana Paw, a rogue, and I have been for the past three years. I can't believe how quickly time flies; it felt like yesterday, the very day Karen died.

She was asleep quietly as if her heart had stopped beating. Sensing that someone was looking at her, Eli opened her eyes. She looked at Sean and asked, "Where am I now?" "My room," Sean replied, "Are you hungry? I'll prepare your favorite breakfast. What would you like to eat?" Eli shook her head and replied, "I'm not hungry." Frowning, Sean said, "You haven't eaten for days. Do you want to starve to death? Do you think that I'll let go of Stella and the others if you starve yourself to death?"

“I’m tired and I have no appetite to consume.” I stood up from my seat with Lilienne’s support. We went to the bed, and Lilienne helped me with the placement of my pillow, and thick blanket. Her eyes were screaming genuine uneasiness. “But you haven’t. You will starve, Miss Eve.” I shook my head. Right now, starving was better than seeing the Queen. “I am not.” “No, you can’t sleep without eating.” Lilienne played with her fingers. “I’ll get bread and milk. Surely, the King will allow that.”

The steam-vortex around us was a barrier of pure, concentrated energy—the literal friction of two fated souls fighting to stay together. "Elara, listen to me," Kaelen whispered, his forehead pressed against mine. The white hair of his head was mingling with the sapphire frost of my own. "The ice... it isn't you. It’s a cage. You have to... you have to find the girl." "The girl is dead, Kaelen!" I sobbed, the sapphire frost reaching my neck. "The auction, the collar, the fire... she died in the ruins!"