Elianne The Starved Novels & Stories

The very hand that, just yesterday, was feeding another woman. I took half a step back, pressing my phone screen against my palm. It featured the photo Stella had shared of the bunny-shaped apples held between a man's long, well-defined fingers as he fed them to her. "Nikolai." Right then, a crude pounding at the door cut me off. Estelle's syrupy sweet voice drifted in from outside. "Mr. Hollowell, I really don't understand this page. It'll only take a minute, I promise!" Nikolai's gaze wavered with the slightest hint of panic. He shot to his feet, crossed the room, and unlocked the door.

"Could that happen to me? If I push the adaptations too far? If I run out of food?" "I don't know," Eliana admitted honestly, her eyes filled with sorrow. "You are Patient Zero. You survived the pure, unfragmented Source of the Mbeya meteor. The rules don't apply to you. But looking at your arm... your body is prioritizing survival over maintaining your human form. If you starve, it might start rewriting the essential parts of you just to keep your heart beating." Before Baraka could process the horror of that thought, a sound interrupted them.

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.

And despite her bright smile and bubbly personality, I could hear the scars beneath her words. I found myself opening up too. I told her about Mia. About how hard it had been trying to protect her. Excluding that I worked at the club just to keep us afloat. Elena listened without judgment, her expression soft with understanding. But Lila stayed quieter. She smiled and laughed along, but I noticed the tension lingering in her eyes. Something was still bothering her. Something from last night. I made a reminder note to ask her about it later. After what felt like hours of shopping, Elena finally stopped in the middle of the corridor and dramatically clutched her stomach. “I’m starving,” she an

"I’ll leave it until tomorrow. But if you’re grumpy at breakfast, I’m blaming Silas." ​He turned and headed toward the barracks, unaware that high above, on the stone battlements of the Citadel, the shadows were beginning to stretch and move against the wind. ​Inside her room, Elara was deep in the throes of her first true Star-Eater vision. ​She wasn't in the Citadel anymore. she was standing in a void of pure obsidian. Above her, a single star, her star was pulsing with a violent, violet light. It was beautiful, but it was cracking. Every pulse sent a shock of heat through her body that made her want to scream.

Emily's POV I tapped close and switched the screen of my phone off. I covered my mouth with a handkerchief as I yawned, my attention was brought back to Calvin and the food, now I verified he was good. Elene wasn't an ordinary girl, so I couldn't really pity her. She has been in the worst conditions but still fought and found her way out. "I think you wanted to say something to me before you got attracted or should I say distracted on finding who Nolan is?"

Nanny Ella proposed to the overly happy Dante. “You don't have to worry about me, Nanny Ella. I am doing just fine. Seeing her awake makes me full. I will eat later.” “Okay, Dante That's enough already. Enough of the starving. You need to eat. You haven't had a thing since she slipped into a coma and now you won't eat?” “What?” Elena’s eyes widened and she stared at Dante and then back and Nanny Ella. “Did. Did you not have a thing since then?” Elena asked hoping that he didn't confirm her fear, but he did.

“Oh, Mother. He’s right. I’m Hunger. Without a stomach, I eat everything. Eventually. Even you.” “Or,” Alistair says through the puppet, “you refuse him. And we all learn what starvation looks like on a goddess.” “Shut up,” I tell all of him. I step forward. Kneel. Glass cuts my knees. Don’t care. I’m eye level with Eli now. He smells like hospital and lightning that never strikes. “You bind to me,” I say. “Rules. You don’t puppet my people. You don’t eat my kids. You don’t go back in their box. You get a room. A name. You get told no and you listen.”

It was the first time the woman noticed the friend of the speechless man. “'Cuz I'm dying in so much hunger. He won't let me eat if we don't find you.” Celo seemed to be so low in energy. He was so used, he really needed to fueling his self up. “Oh, so you can eat now.” Eli smiled at Celo before looking at Dizen. “Hey, Dizen don't you love your friend anymore, do you? Will you let him starved to death?” Eli waved her hand in front of the man's bewildered face and when the man came back to his senses, he replied immediately.

Ellie pressed her forehead to the glass, her fingers curled around the windowsill like it might anchor her. “You said you’d fight for me,” she whispered. Behind her, the door creaked open. “Still not eating, Miss Ellie?” Lena asked gently, stepping into the room. I brought soup, hot Ellie didn’t turn. I’m not hungry. You’ve lost weight. Ellie gave a hollow laugh. Maybe then I’ll stop looking like her Lena blinked. Like who? Ellie finally turned around. Her eyes were red, sleepless, glassy, Giulia. Lena stayed silent.