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I needed to not care about Percy. The moment passed, and I blanked my mind concerning Percy, or anything that had to do with him, as I felt the hunger take over again. These people all around me seized to be people, seized even to be humans. They meant only one thing to me, food. They were the only thing that could satisfy the cravings that stirred deep I side of me, a craving that was bigger than them, bigger than anything they could ever imagine, bigger than me even. I pushed my conscience to the back of my mind as I stepped forward to answer the call of a hunger that was several thousand years old

Chapter 8: Good girl Pov: Nyx I looked up as the door to my cell creaked open. My stomach was hollow with hunger, and my throat burned with thirst. It had been days since I'd had anything to eat or drink, and the ache was starting to consume me.

"Well, there are more shocking things in the world. What you have heard right now doesn't seem to be half of it." "I loved hunger games. Although I haven't really gotten around to reading the book. It was just intense and I loved it." "You should read the book." I urged him. He narrowed his eyes at me, wondering. "You sound like you've read it and you know what hunger games is about." "Of course I know what it is about, I have read the book. So the wildness of the story isn't strange to me." "Who the fuck are you?" I burst into laughter. "I mean, the way you sounded at first it was like you do not even know what I am talking about."

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

The landscape stretched out before us, vibrant and teeming with life, but also filled with hidden perils. Our team, consisting of Aret, Nova, Horia, and myself, Jannah, had trained for years to reach this point, but nothing could have prepared us for the reality of the Hunger Games. The very mention of its name sent shivers down our spines, and we knew that survival in this brutal contest would demand everything we had. Our surroundings were dense with towering trees and exotic flora, their vibrant colors contrasting with the shadowy undergrowth. The air was thick with the sounds of unknown creatures, their calls, and rustlings both fascinating and foreboding.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

**** HAILEE'S POV. I was so hungry. It had been hours since I last ate anything. My stomach growled with hunger pains, and my throat felt dry. I tried to find water, but there was none in the room. I had no idea how long I was going to be trapped in this room, and the thought made me even more anxious. I paced back and forth, hoping that someone would come and rescue me. But the door remained locked, and I was stuck in this small, windowless room. The air was hot and stuffy, and it was hard to breathe.

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.

he grunted. I stared at the meager offering—a hunk of bread and a cup of water. My stomach churned with revulsion, but survival instinct took over. With trembling hands, I reached for the bread, taking small, hesitant bites. The water tasted of metal, but I drank it anyway, each swallow a reminder that I was alive while my family... I couldn't finish the thought. Instead, I focused on the bread in my hands, forcing myself to eat even as my body threatened to reject it. Each bite was an act of submission, of acceptance—the first of many, I knew, in my new life as the crown's plaything.

Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."