Reading The Hunger Games Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The cold hearted prince ❄️(I melted his heart 💧) Luma writes ✍️ Chapter five Warning ⚠️: Don't comment next on my posts please..🙏 👣Gabriella's POV👣 I sat indoors ,and my belly was grumbling because I was really hungry..I tried to force my way into the kitchen,but the door was too strong for me to break into..I sat on the floor,and tears began to roll down my eyes

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, my chest heaving as I fought against the monstrous hunger writhing within me. The pain was relentless, tearing through my veins and searing my mind. My vision blurred further, the room a swirl of shadows and shapes. And then I saw it_a crumpled piece of paper lying just out of reach. The sight of her delicate handwriting peeking through the folds sent a jolt through me. I stretched out with trembling hands, the chains rattling as I clawed at the floor, finally grabbing the paper and pulling it close.

He looked at me and ordered, “Eat more.” “I am not that much hungry.” I had been but now all my senses were focused on him. “You need to eat more, lisichka. How will I hunt you next time if you fainted in the middle of the chase.” ____ A. Gupta Have you checked out CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE!! It's completed and you will love Antonio and Erica <3

“OMG! I scream, shrieking with delight, as I kiss and thank my Queen for the magnificent gift. ** This is the final chapter in the book. To read book three. You can look up the title. “The Lycans’ twins abused mate.” Thank you very much.

But she was gone, and it ate at me. I pushed through the throng of kids heading to the cafeteria, eyes darting to every corner. Lockers slammed, laughter echoed, but no sign of her messy hair or those swollen eyes. My mind raced with dirty thoughts—picturing her alone somewhere, crying, her tits heaving with each sob. I'd find her, wipe those tears with my tongue, suck on her neck till I left marks. Claim her as mine, fuck her slow against a desk till she begged for more. The ache between my legs grew, my panties damp just from the fantasy.

The tension between them was electric, every interaction loaded with subtext and unspoken desire. I read one chapter. Then another. Then another. Time disappeared. The world outside the bedroom faded. There was only the story, the characters, the way Lana Steele made me forget I was sitting alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, pretending to be engaged to a woman who hated me. When I reached the end, I left a comment which was rare for me. "Please upload more chapters soon. This is incredible." Then I noticed the clock. 5:03 AM. I'd read for hours without realizing it.

It wasn't just hunger anymore; it was a desperate, burning void. I stared at Gwen, my eyes pleading, hoping maybe she understood the gnawing hunger, the deep exhaustion that gripped me, the raw, exposed nerves that hummed beneath my skin. But she just rolled her eyes away, with a dismissive flick of her gaze, as if my suffering was an inconvenient dust motes in the air.

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

I walk back into the room and make sure to bolt the door. I sigh as I throw myself onto the bed and grab the book I took from the library. I don't leave my room for the rest of the day. By the time hunger finally wins, the sky outside is dark. I force myself to get up, tossing my book aside. My head aches from reading for hours, and my stomach feels painfully empty. Maybe I should have eaten the meal, but what if it was poisoned? I had kept it out anyway so no need for regrets.