Fanfic Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He looked at Lyra. “Thank you, kid.” Lyra _beamed_. _Six_. Then she _swayed_. Kieran caught her. “Too much?” he asked. “_Not enough_,” she whispered. Four. _Hungry_. “That was _one_. I need… _more_. So much _more_.” She looked at the pack. At Gregor. At the warriors. At Tempo and Echo and Nero. _All_ of them. And she was _starving_. ---

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Chapter 87 Candel’s POV As I sat in the dimly lit room, my hands tightly bound to the chair, a tray of unappetizing food was placed before me. The sight of it made my stomach turn, and yet, the undeniable pang of hunger gnawed at my insides. I tried my best to ignore the unappetizing mess before me. The food looked bland and unappealing, like a tasteless concoction prepared without care. It was evident that they had no intention of providing a decent meal, only serving me a reminder of my captivity.

Amy finally drew her lips away from his, "I want to kiss all of you, every place on your body." Marcus felt his fangs elongate and he smiled. Amy placed her finger back into his mouth touching the sharp points. She pressed her finger hard and felt a small burning prick as the fang nicked her finger. Marcus sucked the small amount of blood as Amy's mouth began doing what she had promised.

Fiona nodded, the result of running too fast is that until now, it is still difficult to breathe, due to the lack of oxygen in the brain, it is impossible to react. Paul Henry glanced at her: "Do you have sugar in your house?" "No."Fiona shook his head. "OH."Paul Henry picked up the dumpling and took a bite, looking at the bewildered person in front of him, "Do you still want more sugar?" "Yes."Fiona nodded again. Wait until Paul Henry finished eating a dumpling,Fiona Just reacted, immediately blushing. "...Uncle Paul Henry, do you want more sugar, I'll go buy it."Fiona said as he stood up.

she couldn't handle it herself. This was the basic respect he had for her. "Hmph, he... never mind. I'm starving. Arguing with him is just a waste of my time." Fiona angrily snatched a skewer of grilled meat from Gabriel's hand. She was eager to eat but ended up burning her mouth on the hot meat. "Ouch, it's so hot!" She sounded like a little sister from next door who had been wronged, making people both want to laugh and feel sorry for her.

She had made a passing comment about it once. I had escaped her glaring eye. There was no school this weekend. It was reading week starting on Monday, and they had given us the Friday off as well. I found my favourite spot in the meadow, a fiction book in one hand and a bag of cheese biscuits in the other. Katarina didn't allow me to eat these while I was pregnant with her grandchild, she kept saying. I had heard her and Damon fight over it. Damon defended me, letting me eat what I wanted, and Katarina manipulated him by crying and saying they all blamed her for their father and grandfather's mistreatment. Damon conceded obviously because he felt bad for her. So here I am sneaking away to ea

Micah’s POV I can’t get enough of her. I am like a man starved. A beast dying of thirst who just got his first drop of water. I want to devour her. I want to burn my imprint in her skin. I want to kiss her until she forgets that she doesn't love me. Until she is back to being mine. Even if it’s a lie. Fireworks light up the sky overhead and yellow light shines on us. Immediately, Fiona freezes. I kiss her neck tenderly. I trace my fingers over her inner thigh but it’s like she has been doused with water.

Lena’s vision blurred. Her knees gave out completely. Vance caught her before she hit the stone, lowering her carefully to the ground, his wrist still pressed to her mouth. She drank until the world tilted. Until the hunger eased, just a little. Until the bond between them felt like it was burning alive. The taste dulled suddenly. not gone just out of reach. Like something inside her had finally had enough. Or taken more than it should. The world tilted…then dropped. Darkness didn’t come softly.

I answered and slammed the door so hard the frame vibrated. When I turned back, Marian was standing in the hallway, wrapped in a silk robe now, hair mussed, cheeks still flushed from what she’d been doing. “You’re unbelievable,” I said, voice dangerously low. She lifted her chin. Defiant. “Don’t act so shocked, Jalen. You’ve been starving me for years. Years. You think I don’t notice how you flinch when I touch you? You always make excuses just because you didn’t want to touch me? And when you make up your mind to finally touch me, Fiona is on your mind till you call me by her name.”

She feeds me once a day and I only know she adds whatever drug to keep me out. On the second day, I noticed the inside of my elbow and my wrists felt sore. I do not use it, so how? Which feeds me the conclusion; she takes my blood. So, I decided, I'm not going to eat whatever she feeds me anymore. Let's see how she keeps me alive and takes my blood. That morning —on the third day, Fiona brings in a plate of steaming pasta and despite my burning hunger, I ignore the meal. As usual, she gives me a soft smile with her stupid kind eyes. I scoff inwardly, what a pretender.