Hungry Hero Exe Novels & Stories

I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules. That was how I found myself working for Rocky. He helps me and in return, I bring in money for him. After my meltdown in front of Abigail yesterday, I decided to call Rocky to set me up for a fight. I needed not to feel anything. I wanted to feel numb and pounding someone with my fist was my cure. Even though, I was set up against 'The Butcher.' Biggest guy I've ever seen in my life.

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

"Arghhhhhh!" He growled throwing punches after punches at the punching bag. The gym was empty and his growls were booming in the huge gym while he thrashed the punching bag. The earlier events reeled in his head making him see all red. He felt like killing someone. "You seem hungry for blood," A deep voice echoed from behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Not for yours, so leave me the f*ck alone," Hunger growled, throwing another punch. Sweat droplets trickled down his forehead as his nose flared.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of a massive Victorian manor. "Welcome to Hollow Creek Manor." A cold, mechanical voice boomed from the sky. "Welcome, players, to the S-class survival game: Hollow Creek Manor. The rules are as follows: Survive for 10 days. Keep your Anxiety Level below 100. If it reaches 100, your soul will be obliterated. At the end of the game, the lower your Anxiety Level, the greater your reward." I froze. A game? I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby.

She’s barely touched her glass when a man approaches, mid-fifties, with smooth silver hair and the kind of charm that comes from too much money and too little conscience. “Well, well,” he purrs, taking the seat opposite her without asking. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Lucien Argyros. CEO of Moonstone Holdings. Perhaps you’ve heard of us?” Moonstone. Rare, expensive, and just exotic enough to fit his ego. She forces a polite smile. “Can’t say that I have.”

His words soothed me, and I finally felt a bit of calm. Back home, I collapsed into sleep. Waking up the next day, I found Chester bustling in the kitchen. He looked out with a worried expression and asked, "Feeling hungry? Dinner's almost ready." I gave a small nod and drifted over to the dining table, my feet barely touching the ground. However, when I saw what was on the plate, it was like my blood turned to ice. Liver pâté. Of all things.

I shivered and instinctively gripped my phone a little harder. Yet, the driver continued talking, "Miss? Why aren't you talking? Is this your first time here?" My face paled. I quickly set an alarm to ring exactly one minute later on my phone with my shaky hands. When I looked up, I saw the driver's sleazy, lustful eyes watching me. "Have you already found a place to stay, miss? It's the peak of tourist season now, and lots of hotels are fully booked. Want me to find you a place to stay instead?

Nero chuckled before he leapt across the room with the speed and agility of a panther and grabbed Matteo tightly by the neck. His eyes blazed with a high intensity that his amber eyes were almost onyx in colour. The older man's eyes threatened to bulge from his sockets as he struggled to free himself from the seething dark-haired Lord. Alas, his strength was no match for the virile younger man. “The only reason that I will not tear out your tongue right now is because I want you to take this message to your wife and your daughter.” Nero paused to let his words sink in. “I don't eat the leftovers of the swine,” he growled into the older man's face before he flung him away from him.