R Fear And Hunger Novels & Stories

NOVA Rhydar is fussing over me like a worried mother hen, and yes, my body is reacting. Badly. But, unfortunately, my mind is fixated on the half-eaten lamb meat on my plate. Did they really have to ring that stupid alarm now? Now of all times? Rhydar is focused, a slight crease in his brows. Our proximity is making me dizzy. I still don't understand the urgency of the situation and why he suddenly seems like he's...worried about me. And that is really strange.

“The Rift is not just a door.” The fire crackled. The shadows thickened. “It is a hunger.” Lena’s stomach clenched. The figure stepped back, melting into the darkness. But its final words lingered in the air like smoke. “And it will not be denied.” Silence. Lena swayed slightly, her head pounding. The Rift inside her felt heavier than before, pressing against the walls of her mind like a storm waiting to break. Dorian let out a shaky breath. “What the hell was that?”

Kieran said. "It may be, I always get this calm and comforting feeling whenever I eat it, it some how reminds me of home." Rhea said. "I really want to get my memmories and sometimes I don't want to." Rhea said and they both looked at each other. "I feel like I'm not ready take whatever I'm going to find out, I'm just.... Just scared." She finally opened up, All her life she's been hiding and running and being looked for, she felt way too comfortable with Kieran and the thought of loosing this life haunted her.

(6). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 6: unspoken connections . *Ace Carlton* Ace sat at his usual spot in the bustling cafeteria, the popular kids in the school spot, a tray of food in front of him, flanked by his two closest friends, Jason and Harper. They were a tight-knit trio, always sharing stories and laughter over lunch. Today, however, something seemed different, and it didn't escape the keen eyes of Jason and Harper.

DAYA POV The last 12 hours have been indescribable. I lie. I can describe it all, but I will only make myself blush by replaying it in my head. I have never felt so connected to another person. I don’t regret spending the night…and parts of the morning, with Darius. I still get small shocks of tingles and sparks up my body when I think about him. The full moon is the day after tomorrow and I still don’t know what I want to do. I know I want Darius, but the fear of the plague has me hesitant to accept the actual mate bond. Darius and I spoke about it between our bouts in his bedroom and letting our wolves run together.

One of the females said to her, “Slow down. The faster you eat, the worse you’ll feel. Here, have this.” She stood up from her seat and walked toward Rae. She retrieved a rusted metal fork from the pocket of her apron and held it out to her. Rae stared at it for a long time before she decided to take it. She had mashed potatoes all over her face. It was funny how a few days of not eating turned her into a savage animal. She had been lucky her whole life and only realized it now. She had never starved. When she thought she was hungry, she really wasn’t. She didn’t know how bad things could get. She didn’t know that hunger was a black beast with a permanent open mouth that took and took and to

A moment of hesitation lingered before she plucked it from the bush, inspecting it closely. The fruit felt cool in her hands, and its scent was sweet and inviting. Despite the uncertainty, hunger triumphed over caution. Kira took a cautious bite, the burst of flavor surprising her taste buds. The sweetness was like heaven in her mouth, momentarily pushing aside the worries that lingered in her mind. As she devoured the first fruit, her fear of poison faded away, she thought that even if she was going to die, as long as she got to eat something delicious then she wouldn't mind, but that might only be the hunger talking. She couldn't stop herself from eating more of the fruits, it was juicy en

Then there is fear behind it, but not of me. Grounding me as Fenrir seems to settle anchoring the chaos inside me. The ache of my ribs eases slightly. “Mine.” Fenir says quietly I inhale sharply, fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. “Why does it feel so right?” I whisper, barely aware of Fenrir anymore. Rhea then forces a laugh, thin and shaky from her experience with Fenrir. “I think the stress from the festival was overwhelming.” She says. “ Everyone is also on edge after the Elder's speech.”

FEAR. It is the most basic human emotion and in Aiden's case the most common too. He was pretty much scared of everything, but his fear increased ten fold after he met Dylan Hunt. CONTROL. It is the one thing which Dylan needed in his life. Whatever he did he wanted the things to be in his control. He never listened to anyone not even his parents. So, the moment he laid his eyes on Aiden he had the urge to control this fearful innocent boy.

I said, though I found I did not disagree with him. “Generosity has gotten us further than fear so far,” Rhen said quietly. “I am willing to keep wagering on it a little longer.”