Novel & Cerita Foxface Hunger Games

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

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.

"The Council will be furious. You haven't just broken a blockade; you've humiliated them." "Let them be furious," I said, patting my stomach. "They tried to starve the North. Now they know that the North bites back." Damon sat on the ground near us, shifting back into his human form and wiping a smudge of soot from his forehead. He looked at Félix, then at me, and finally let out a long, resigned breath. "Alright, rebel. I admit it. The snack-tactic worked. She didn't pass out once."

“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.

Cal seems to be so frazzled by the unexpected arrival of one of the three packs of Westfall in the middle of the night that Sasha was even forced to join her parents while half of the Slaves prepare a feast while half are entertaining the wolves of Night Storm Pack, naked and bare despite some of them have fresh wounds inflicted by the Fire Moon Pack’s wicked Alpha. That was a nightmare, yes. But with Shadow Rose Pack’s presence in their territory…it’s like comparing the bite of a cat to a lion. And one sure knows which is which. As she peeked outside the rusty bars of their cell, everyone was silent. Whether they are sleeping or some have just entirely given up, died—in the more candid term

Marco was the first one to notice that I'm just moving my food around and not really eating. "Not hungry" I reply not really touching my food yet. "Try and eat some Talia, we talked about this" Felix warns me, it's either I eat or a punishment. I stuffed my face with few bites showing them I'm eating but that's it.