Fanfic Hunger Games Novels & Stories

That was the only reason she came to the library, even if she wasn’t a fan of books. Now that the Death Princess wanted to try, she would let her. Besides, these eggs were good. The rumours about Guild Survivor getting their hands on a very talented rookie who excelled in the kitchen made her envious. She had enough of these idiots in Guild Carnage. They don’t even feed her properly, and if it wasn’t for the agreement she had with Felix to support someone with true blood for future survival, she would have left. As the Amazonian made her way to the cafeteria base, she sensed bloodlust from her right and reacted swiftly.

All she could do was respond embarrassedly, “Because he’s my fiance’s uncle.” The fork in Liam’s hand froze mid-air. “Alright. Once I’m full, you can eat me.” Anna’s face went red. “Why do I have to eat you?” “Haven’t you been wanting me all this time?” “When have I wanted you!?” Anna wanted to rip off the gauze around her face to be able to glare at Liam with intense hatred and loathing. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted to get as far as she could away from him!

It was everything I had been starving for since the moment I first saw her standing in my study with hatred in her eyes. Killian wanted to kill her. He could smell the blood from where I had broken her(her hymen), the blood that marked her as mine, and he wanted more. He wanted to taste it, to feel it on his tongue, to drown in it. The hunger was a living thing inside me, a fire that was consuming everything in its path, and I was burning alive.

Maren The servant woman's grip on my arm tightened, nails digging into my skin as she hauled me forward, marching me away from the spot where I had dared to meet the King's eyes. We cut through the Tributes' wing, passing by a small congregation of other girls. Normally, they would have leered at me, mocking my weight and body with snide whispers and cruel giggles. But today, the moment I appeared, they fell silent; their eyes went wide, staring at me with uncharacteristic stillness.

It is not as though either Luca or Frey was feeling the extent of her pain, no it is her who is burning from the flames of her own anger. She stirred in bed, turning to where Luca lay beside her. His chest rose and fell evenly as he slept. His face was calm, relaxed, the opposite of the scrunched up expression on Hazel's face as she grimaced in hunger. Not eating dinner had a surprisingly harsh effect on her system, she had only managed to eat the cupcakes they made for the picnic for lunch in the afternoon. That was barely enough to keep her full through the night of course, so now she has woken with this ache in her stomach, unable to sleep anymore.

His teeth playing gently with the skin of my neck forced a raspy breath from me and I felt like I was melting in his arms. "Fiona." He groaned, raising his head to show me glowy eyes. "Oct-" I gasped when his hand went lower than the bodice level, "We shouldn't. I am in heat, we should separate." He groaned, his lips muttering gibberish as he opened his eyes again to reveal reddened eyes. The beast. *end of excerpt* Fiona's pov

Fiona did not want to suffer like that for even another second. When there was food, she just wanted to eat as quickly as possible. Dora looked at Stella, who still had not eaten, and felt panic burning through her chest. Summer also said, “That’s right, Mom. Hurry and eat.” At this point, Fiona and Summer had both been frightened by hunger. The moment they saw food, they wanted to eat. Dora was furious with these two gluttons who only knew how to eat. And Stella... What was she waiting for?

My hunger had reached its limit, and the scent of nourishment overwhelmed my willpower. With trembling hands, I picked up the fork and took a small bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, satisfying my hunger and awakening a long-forgotten pleasure. The men observed my capitulation with a mix of relief and satisfaction, as if fulfilling their duty to ensure my survival. As the days turned into weeks, this ritual of nourishment and submission became a routine. Each meal brought with it a delicate dance of resistance and acquiescence. I tried to maintain my independence, my spirit unyielding, but the persistent pangs of hunger weakened my resistance.

Fiona Pov I was so mad at Marcus but I knew it wasn’t going to last and I was starving. I had made a scene about not giving a damn if you wanted to get food or not but now that I think of it I actually regret it, I should’ve just stayed to eat the food. Now I am very hungry and I don’t know how to go downstairs to meet Marcus because I feel so ashamed .

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.