Hungry Pumpkin Novels & Stories

Marcus Thorne stood at the intersection of what had been a residential district in South Mumbai, his golden shield expanded to maximum diameter, sweat pouring down his face despite the sub-zero temperature radiating from the entity consuming the city behind him. The Hungry was no longer a contained ball of compressed want. It had shed its junk-data shell like a snake molting, and what emerged was a forty-foot-tall mass of writhing need that moved by literally eating the space in front of it. Buildings did not collapse as it passed. They simply ceased to have ever existed, the concept of their presence devoured along with their physical structure. "Haley!" Marcus bellowed into his comms while

"That's true. Pumpkin pies these days come in all sorts of fancy flavors, but nothing beats the simple ones of the past." "Totally! I love old-fashioned pumpkin pies." "Hey, Vance!" Someone spotted him. "Come on in! You are late, buddy." The person beside Rebecca quickly vacated the seat. She was already tipsy, Vance's figure doubling in her hazy sight. As he approached, she instinctively tugged at her classmate's sleeve, but her grip missed. Vance settled firmly beside her. Right then, a guy named Obadiah Mendez lined up three glasses in front of him. "You are late, Vance. The penalty is three shots to start!"

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.

Summer placed the thermal case containing pumpkin soup on the table and said, “Mom, here’s the pumpkin soup you wanted.” Yvette looked at it without a sense of interest. “Just leave it there, I don’t feel like having it anymore.” Madam Hamilton, who was beside, smiled. “She had waited for you for an hour, so she had some orange juice. Maybe she isn’t hungry anymore.” Summer didn’t know what else to say but replied, “A long queue caused the delay. I had to wait in the line for an hour.” Nodding, Yvette said, “Please get me some hot milk then.”

“I know the way your mind works.” “Look at this one! It’s all bumpy!” Edward laughs, looking at the pumpkin with a look of disgust on his face. “You don’t like it?” I ask. “It has warts!” “It does?” I make a move to touch it and Edward grabs my hand, laughing. “You’ll get warts too!” I take Edward’s hand and lead him to another row of pumpkins. He goes to a large, oval-shaped one that has to be heavy. “I like this one!”

Hunger. The starvation was a living, breathing monster in the alien mind. The feeling, the sensation, was so powerful that it took Sloan's breath away. Instantly, Sloan's stomach cramped in response to the need for food rolling off Octnavin. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Sloan asked. "I know it's not five-star cuisine in your fancy palace, but get off your high horse and eat some fruit." Sloan rose and picked up an apple. "I cannot." Octnavin didn't even look at the offering.

It was Christmas Eve, and Celine, Collette, Dad, and Kim just finished eating a traditional dinner of baked ham sweet potato, and greens. After they tidied up the girls changed into their matching pajamas all ready for their usual Christmas evening out on the enclosed patio with their favorite holiday drink, Hot Pumpkin Pies. A drink her mom used to make. This year, Celine and Collette were teaching Kim how to make Hot Pumpkin Pies. “Do we have all of the ingredients?”, Kim asked rifling through the pile of items Celine put on the counter.

I was arranging the glasses until I heard mom and aunt called me for help ,I run towards them as they were in the kitchen garden picking up pumpkins as I reach there they ordered me to pick up the biggest pumpkin which is yet to be pluck out. "what you want me to pluck this out ??"and they both nodded their head."but I ...."I was interrupted when aunt spoke,"you are young and more stronger then us so pluck it out and take it to the kitchen" I gave a smile and shook my head to what she said. Then I bend down and pluck it out and as I lift it up it was heavy indeed ,I faked a smile at them and they also return a smile,I began to walk slowly holding the pumpkin close to my belly and as I was wa

Do you understand pumpkin ? “Yes, Zaddy.” “Will you make me proud?” His growl his voice deeper “Yes, Zaddy.” She whispered. His cock was hard and pulsing against her inner thigh as she arched her back desperately reaching to touch him but he grabbed her wrist and pinned them above her head. “No touching pumpkin.” He growled She whimpered “Please..” He didn’t give her a chance to beg further, he slammed into her in a deep thrust. Izzy cried out in pleasure. He filled her completely, stretching her until her legs trembled around his waist.