Elianne The Starved Novels & Stories

He looked at Joseph, then turned his gaze to Elianna, and nervously asked, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Elianna said, "What can he do to me?... I remember, I came to comfort the children." Leonard raised an eyebrow, "Appease?" Elianna said, "Mr. Kensington's son was good friends with Owen. Recently, the child ran away from home and stayed with Owen. The little guy doesn't have a mother, so he saw me as his mother. After just a few days together, we developed a deep bond." After a pause, she continued, "It was Mr. Kensington who called me and said that the child was on a hunger strike at home. So, I rushed over to see what was going on. It took a lot of effort, but I managed to coa

"She’s not even fighting back." "She knows she can’t win," Connor added, a smirk playing on his lips. "Please," Elena gasped, her voice barely a whisper. She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. Mercy? A chance to explain? Harris laughed. "Hear that? She’s already begging." "Should’ve thought of that before sneaking food like some starving stray," Emerson said coldly. "That’s exactly what she is," Connor sneered. "A worthless, starving stray."

Fed on a beautiful lie. “This isn’t peace,” Elara said, her healer’s eyes seeing the truth. “This is starvation, their bodies are here, but their minds are fading, they’re forgetting to eat, to drink, to live. You’re not comforting them. You’re killing them with a lullaby.” For the first time, a flicker of annoyance crossed Nereus’s perfect face. “You speak of what you do not understand. The truth of Lytheria is too horrible to bear. I have saved them from it.”

“Or your heart. It’s charity, Elara. He wants you to feel like you owe him your life.” I kept staring at the honey-pears. My stomach twisted painfully with hunger. We had nothing left except a few dried rations Kael had carried with him. Behind me, I heard movement. The Omegas were coming out of the ruins. I saw Miri first. The young girl wrapped her arms around herself, her small shoulders shaking in the cold. Then Harl stepped out behind her. The old man’s cough had grown worse since nightfall. My pride screamed at me. Burn the wagon! Show Kairos I would rather starve in the dirt than take anything from his table!

(Elaine’s POV) I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially those who were kind to me. But as if I’m cursed to only be able to spite others, I refused their help like I’m fine even though I know I’m not. Even after Miss Jonas and Mister Michaelis had left the room, her despaired face etched strongly inside my brain. I curled on my bed and hugged myself as I shrank in the darkness of the night. My stomach started to growl wanting to be filled, but I’m too distracted to eat anything. It’s okay, I’ve faced worst starvation than this, so I’ll be fine.

“Elara, stop.” “Stop what?” I raised my voice, even as my heart pounded. “Stop wanting your attention? Stop trying to connect with you? Stop pretending I’m not hurt?” Heads turned and they judged with their eyes but I didn’t care. I needed him to feel this, to see me, Elara, the woman he once loved, standing here broken. “Okay, you're blowing things out of proportion,” he said, exasperated. “I need you to behave.” I froze and clenched my fists, hands trembling in total disbelief. I had to get out before I broke down completely.

“You think I want another prisoner? I have cells full of them.” “What do you mean?” “The maids, someone must have snitched on me! And if I don’t find that someone, they will all die, so tell me Elara!” The tears in my eyes stung, threatening to fall. He seemed to have noticed, “Elara” He called my name with all the gentleness in the world. Like if he screamed, I could break. How can this be the same man who ordered the hunt of my family. Could it have been a nightmare?

**Elara Falls Ill** The once-bustling den of the pack, a place of laughter and camaraderie, had transformed into a sanctuary of despair, shrouded in a somber stillness that was almost palpable. In the heart of this space, nestled among the softest of grasses and verdant leaves, lay Elara, the pack's esteemed healer—her presence a calming beacon now muted by the grasp of illness. A heavy silence enveloped the den, punctuated only by her shallow, labored breaths and the anxious shuffling of her companions, Caden and Lily, who were desperately trying to provide solace during this harrowing time.

Jennifer smiled before she said, “You are someone who is living in a villa at Thompson First. Don’t you think that this kind of food is too pathetic and miserable for someone like you?” Elaine cried as she said, “Big sister. I am really very hungry. Please be merciful and let me eat some food. Are you really going to watch me starve to death?” Jennifer replied coldly, “Don’t worry. You will not die just because you do not eat for two to three days.” Elaine begged, “But I am really hungry now…” Jennifer asked in disgust, “Are you going to continue your nonsense? Let me tell you, you better go aside and leave me alone now. Do you believe that I will beat you to death if you say another fucking

But the poor girl died at the young age of fourteen because of an illness called cancer. Elara’s body could have fought the disease if she had already turned. But she hasn’t. Death took her too soon. Eon lost it when he lost his Luna and abandoned their pack in Maine, and ran to this sinful city of angels. “What is it Ehann? Speak what you want or are you here to watch?” he asked in an icy tone. He doesn’t like being disturbed. “Maybe he wanted to join us.” The girl in a tight red leather dress eyed Ehann like she wanted to eat him whole.