Fanfic Hunger Games Novels & Stories

With a spark of hope, she takes it, and together they leave the dining hall. I let out a heavy breath, only then realizing I’d barely been breathing at all. I have absolutely no appetite, and I’m not sure it will return anytime soon. “Well, this is something,” Fisa sighs, returning to her food. “You barely got rid of a hundred girls, and now this one shows up… How are you holding up?” “Terrible, Fisa,” I admit honestly. “I’m completely falling apart.” “But you’re together, right? He wasn’t with her—like I understand, he was with you,” the raspberry girl looks at me encouragingly.

"You’re thin, Elara. You’re not eating enough to sustain this." "I’m not hungry for food," I turned in his arms, my eyes flashing a brilliant, terrifying white. "I’m hungry for you." The Hunger (18+ Rated) The pregnancy wasn't just draining my physical energy; it was amplifying the bond to a fever pitch. I needed his strength, his Alpha essence, to stabilize the storm inside me.

Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary? I glanced at Reed. He was still, but the heat coming from his body seemed to get stronger, reaching me even from across the foam lining. His eyes met mine, unblinking, red, burning in a way that made my stomach twist. I had bought him thinking he would fill the empty parts of my life. Now I realized… it was I who would be drawn into his hunger. I reached out slowly, carefully, my fingertips touching his jawline. Reed leaned a little into my touch, a tiny shiver running through him. My own pulse pounded in response.

he promised with a dark smile that lit her inside with throbbing arousal. "I'd be fine with that." The saucy, breathless reply was so unexpected from her, but it was completely true. She would be fine with that. She craved him, desired to be with him, especially in bed. "Hush up and eat before I skip dinner and head straight to dessert." He licked his lips, and Felicity was sucked into a fantasy of him shoving all the dishes off the table and spreading her out instead. Her body heated, and she felt a little dizzy with sensual hunger. Maybe they could just skip to dessert­ She dropped her fork. The loud clatter of silverware on ceramic jolted her back to awareness, and she focused on her food

She couldn't move, her body betraying her desire to escape. All she did was stare back at Xavier, meeting his challenge with silent resistance. She knew hunger, not for food but for victory, and it gnawed at her now as she declared, "I am starving. Each word dripped with the weight of their shared history, a testament to their resilience and the games they played—a game of chess where hearts were the pawns and every move was a calculated risk. Tension hung heavy between them, a palpable force in the tight confines of the car. It was a dance they both knew well, steps marked by confrontation and the palpable anticipation of what cruelty or kindness fate might bring next.

Fiona screamed, curling her legs up, attempting to push Darwin away with her knee. But what good would that little strength do? Her legs were suppressed once again. Then, Darwin cupped her cheek and refused to let her evade, kissing her again. Fiona bit him, and the taste of blood spread between their lips. Darwin showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. In Fiona's line of sight, she could still see Bella standing there stiffly, eyes full of disbelief and resentment.

Lucky for you, there are plenty of lovely women in this area, and we are welcome to use any of the amenities on the rig. I look around the room at the betas while I continue to follow his stare. Undoubtedly, some of them are breathtakingly beautiful. But I knew in my heart that none of them would match the heat Cherry was emitting. Even today, the thought of her juicy, sweet, fruity aroma makes my mouth swim. My fucking mind would be blown to be buried in her. "Wouldn't be the same," I reply. "One touch and you're an addict," Brian claims." I don't understand you alphas".

Mina’s POV: If I didn’t need him I would have killed him by now. I honestly don’t know how the hell any of this even happened. The last thing I remember is telling Rimmy to leave me and get Tru to Lahni. I was sure I was going to die on that ground. But somehow I woke up to a grumpy ass Blaze and his mix fucking signals. which is pissing me the fuck off. Like right now he has been silent since he stabbed me with the blade dipped in hell fire. “You have to eat M, that’s the only way you’re going get your strength up and heal.” He said handing me a plate full of unseasoned mystery meat. Because we had no idea what kind of animals these were, on top of having no kind of herbs, spices, sauce, g

He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do.

“Romance novels wish they were this interesting. Or that the protagonists got to eat so much cheese.” Carolina watched the light filtering down through the fractured dome, how it threw squares across Xander’s knuckles, Lyra’s limping smile, the sulfur-bright gloss on the battered playing cards. For a moment, everything else receded. The hunger and the running and the trenches of old grief; all of it shrank, replaced—not by hope, exactly, but by a stubborn obligation to keep living, and to keep these people living, too.