Foxface Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I drooled at the sight of falafel and hummus. While I ate, I felt bad that I was the only one eating. I told the warriors that they should get some food too and then all hell broke loose, even though the food was cold and crappy my men ate like animals, I mean yes we're a part wolf but even I got scared looking at all of them eat, would they have eaten me if I hadn't asked them to get some food ?. I was on my last falafel when I felt my phone vibrate against my thigh, It was another number

They could not comprehend Lucas' reason for blurting such big words. "Hubby, stop bickering. Let's eat him," said the female Mad Ox Dark Race being as she drooled from the corners of her mouth. Lucas smiled and looked at the female Mad Ox Dark Race being. "You want to eat me, Lucas York?" "Of course. I bet you must be delicious since you're so handsome," the female Mad Ox Dark Race being said while licking her lips.

With the next order being located so close, it did buy me some time to think of a strategy and to get some food into Felix’s sore hungry tummy. We make it by foot to the next human town where we enter a small diner, Felix’s face lights up at the choices on the menu as his tummy rumbles with uncontrollable hunger. My chest burns with guilt as he eats like a child deprived of food for the majority of his life. As if he has never experienced a hearty meal before. I may not be his mother, but mother’s guilt racks up within me all the same. A sensation I didn’t need to bear a child to have, I may not have carried him in my tummy…but he was mine now.

“Don’t waste food.” “Maybe she’s on a diet,” the other teased. “You know how these influencer girls are.” The next spoonful was shoved in harder. I choked, swallowed some of it just to breathe. My stomach rolled instantly the moment the food hit it and I felt my eyes water. “That’s it. Good girl,” the first one said. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep feeding you nice and proper. Jax wouldn’t want his girl looking too skinny in the ransom photo.”

I hate to say it, but there was something about almost dying a horrific death that really whetted the appetite. I devoured five skewers of meat and was about to get more. Felix was still finishing off his third. “Careful,” he told me. “Or your fat ass will get even fatter.” I pinched him on his arm, and he winced. “Don’t get in between a lady and her food,” I told him daintily. “You sound like Lady Piper,” Felix said with a sigh. I held up my arm to the same merchant, and he jogged over to me with an appreciative grin.

Xevia's POV I was starving, but I chose to endure this hunger rather than eat at the same table as that blind psychopath. Earlier, Xander asked me to come down immediately and eat in the dining room. He also said that Dorothy cooked delicious roast beef for me. But I pretended to be deaf and didn't respond. Maybe he was annoyed, so he went downstairs and left me in the room. My stomach growled with hunger, and it felt twisted. "Honey," I stroked my stomach.

But somehow he’s still part of it, still in the back of my head, breathing down my neck like a ghost. “Blaze,” Felix says gently as he walks in, holding a protein bar and a bottle of water like he’s walking up to a bomb about to detonate. “Eat something. You can’t race on an empty stomach.” “I’m not hungry.” “You haven’t been hungry for days,” he says, placing them in front of me. “You’ve just been angry.” “I’m fine,” I lie again, voice flat. Felix doesn’t push. He never does. He just sits on the arm of the couch and watches me like he’s waiting for a crack, a sign, something to tell him how close I am to losing it.

Damon bellowed, his wolf-roar vibrating in my chest as he and the Northern warriors surged down the slope like an avalanche of fur and teeth. I stood there, panting slightly as the dust settled. The effort had left me a little lightheaded—and instantly ravenous. "Good hit, Little Bird," Félix said, appearing at my side instantly. He didn't look at the carnage below. He was focused entirely on my face. He pulled out a flask of cool mountain water and a small piece of dark chocolate. "Drink. Slowly. And eat the chocolate. Your blood sugar is dipping." "Thank you, Lixie," I whispered, leaning my head against his shoulder as I took a sip.

“Eat, and then I want to show you something.” I hesitated before lifting the fox to my mouth to take a bite. As soon as the first drops of blood hit my tongue, my inner demon woke up, howling for more. It forced me to devour the entire fox in minutes, allowing my body to quickly recover some of its strength and reawaken its hunger, while Storm kept an eye on me. “Pull over,” I ordered.

The change is obvious enough to ease some of the tightness in my chest. At least that man didn’t walk in here making demands or throwing threats around. That would have made everything worse. If he really is as reasonable as he seemed, maybe this won’t turn into a fight. Maybe the problem lies with his pack, not him. If that’s true, then we might not have anything to worry about. “What do you want your food to taste like?” the question is directed toward Felix. “Anything that isn’t oatmeal,” he admits, poking at the bowl with his spoon like it personally offended him.