Fanfiction Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“OMG! I scream, shrieking with delight, as I kiss and thank my Queen for the magnificent gift. ** This is the final chapter in the book. To read book three. You can look up the title. “The Lycans’ twins abused mate.” Thank you very much.

"Writers like you…. You think ink is harmless. That fiction doesn't breathe, but you cracked the veil. And now, here I am." I backed towards my desk instinctively. "So what? You are mad because I paused the chapter?" "I'm not mad." His eyes bore into mine. "I'm starving." I stopped moving. "What?" Marek leaned in, his voice low. "Starving for resolution. For blood. For breath. For touch. You gave me a world that ends in the middle of a sentence." My throat tightened. "I…. I can fix it. I'll keep writing."

She fanned her burning mouth. "Slow down will you?" His face cringed. "But I'm so hungry!" She tried to speak with the noodles in her mouth. "Tch, hot! Water!" She took the glass beside her. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue finding her hopeless. "I was so shocked by the fact that I'm inside my own novel, I forgot that I haven't had anything since the day I came into this world." She wiped the bowl clean and rubbed her tummy satisfied. "I was so hungry that I didn't even have a chance to complain about this food-" She smiled nodding.

They must be seeing this so that I stay away from him. "He is old enough to smell his mate. That means none of us are his mates," Annie calculated, "so he could be mine." "She gave an evil grin. The three girls stood up and followed him around like lost puppies. In my previous life, I rarely went to the canteen for lunch because my parents fed me so much at breakfast that I didn't have room for lunch in the afternoon. But today's story is different. The presence of Lycan King in the morning prevented me from properly eating my breakfast, and I had to leave the house hungry. I only had one small piece of meat for dinner, so my stomach is churning right now.

I tried to compare those ice-blue eyes to Stefano's sea-blue eyes, but nothing there was the same, the voracity of those eyes drew me straight into a dangerous wasp's nest the closeness of danger and explicit desire in every part of the huge body exuding torrid promises it made me want to have new experiences and actually having a life couldn't be realized until the plans work out. I huffed walking to the fridge without feeling any effect from the drink, I even need to check if I still have any liver after my late husband's parties. If he didn't sell an organ somewhere, I don't even doubt that he removed one of my kidneys to cook and made me eat beside him. — Anyone who makes you come thinki

And I stood there in a library full of forbidden books, learning that my entire existence was a lie designed by a goddess who was too scared to finish what she started. The hunger stirred again. Faint. Testing. I pushed it down. Not yet, I thought. You don't get to win yet. I didn't know if it could hear me. I didn't know if it mattered. But it was all I had.

I gave her the Marrow. I forced the memories of forty-one dead sisters down through my arms, through her golden wrist, and straight into her uncompiled brain. I gave her the smell of the copper vats in Sector 1. I gave her the sound of the slave chains rattling against the silver towers of New Eden. I gave her the hunger of the children in the Rust-District who had died to keep her server fans spinning. I gave her every single piece of the trauma she had used as a predictive model—not as data, but as Physical Mass.

The Hunger hesitates, distracted by my pain. "More," hisses a voice made of crumbling folios. The Concept slithers between shelves, its form shifting—sometimes a wolf with parchment fur, sometimes a gaunt scholar with hollow eyes. "Feed me your stories, Null-Bridge." The Child steps between us, their starlight dimmed to a protective glow. "There are other ways," they murmur, not to me, but to the Hunger itself. "You can savor without consuming." The Hunger laughs—a sound like spines cracking. "Taste is fleeting. I hunger for ownership ."

“Next time, baby girl… you won’t push me away. You’ll beg Daddy to finish what he started.” The promise left me throbbing, empty, desperate. He stepped back reluctantly as we heard Madison moving around downstairs, the tension between us thicker than ever. One wrong move and everything could shatter. But the craving only grew stronger, pulling me deeper into this forbidden web. I didn’t know how much longer I could resist. And from the dark hunger in Mason’s eyes, neither could he.

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.