Hungry Meme Novels & Stories

He grumbled, “Who said I was hungry anyway?” His stomach gave him away when it began growling at him. Sun laughed and said, “Just eat it. I know you’re hungry. I ate something too so no need to worry.” He wasn’t stupid, he knew that she didn’t eat. She was also Ezraen. There’s no way that she would get more food. Looking at her, he could tell that she also skipped meals during her stay. Her arms were extremely thin and she looked malnourished.

Chicken legs and wings, pork slabs, ham cuts, turkey drumsticks, and chunks of beef resting on plates, flies buzzing hungrily around it all. They're all hot and cooked. " Hungry? " He said judging my expressions " No I mean Yes " he laughed again " I can see 'dat Saliva comin' out of 'dat hot lips of yours, Go and have anythin' you like "

I didn't forget the spot. "How are you guys? How is your Grandma's health?" Sarah's face appeared as she took a bite of her sandwich. "We're doing good, as you can see. We just finished eating an amazing, mouthwatering noodle. You guys will literally pass out. It's called the hungry man size." I had Logan turn the camera to show them the empty bowl. "And my Grandma is getting better." "Why are you showing us an empty bowl?" Sarah hissed. I giggled in return.

Now I'm just suffering the consequences. "Sorry about that." Demetrius said once he finished speaking to the man. "How's the food?" He asked smiling, he rarely did smile, so it was nice to see him look a little less angry with the world. "It's great." I coughed uncontrollably as Demetrius suddenly began to bite his lip. I couldn't muster up the will to say anymore, I haven't had sex in a long time and my hormones were at an all time high. This one action proved fatal as it caused any arousal I had managed to suppress, resurface.

Her family wouldn’t be there to see her tomorrow, and not once had she seen Bjorn since the day she had arrived. “My lady,” Annie whispered, gently pulling the sandals off Mel’s feet. “The helpers prepared supper—” “I’m not hungry, Annie,” Mel whispered back. Her stomach grumbled at the end of her sentence. Annie continued after the awkward silence, persistent, “My lady—” “Annie, please,” Mel pleaded, lying limp on the welcoming bed. “I am tired. I don’t even have the strength to put anything in my mouth.” “No matter. I will feed—”

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

I am such a couch potato. I’m laying on the orange and brown floral couch my grandmother has always had. A whole box of saltines and a galleon water bottle within reach and the remote at the ready. My training program doesn’t start for a couple weeks, so I am soaking up every moment of responsibility free time that I can. The phone resting on my stomach chimes. I pick it up and see Jareth has reacted to the meme of a baby goat screaming. Then after moment he sends me a meme of a baby pig eat ice cream.

I have a tendency to get hangry. Hungry angry, or hangry, as my sisters call it. It’s a joke in our family. Never get between me and my food when I’m hungry. Not intentionally, but I have been known to shove my sistersout of my way in my haste to get to food.

Ruby Have you ever been so hungry that your stomach feels like it’s caving in on itself? So thirsty you can barely pry your tongue from the roof of your mouth? Your mind focuses on nothing but food and drink, drink and food. How a stale piece of bread, a glass of water, or a single French fry might save your life.

Nothing else matters to a starving girl ! I strut towards the long table that had various kinds of foods . I grab a plate and the worker posted at the stall helps serve the food onto it . I decide to get a blueberry muffin , sausages and salami with eggs and bacon . Michael stares at my plate , probably wondering if I can finish everything I've gotten . " How do you eat all that and not get fat . Aren't you a human ? " He asks . I scoff . " I still have vampire genes "