Skinhunger Novels & Stories

Of all the clichés! I groaned and transformed again. I made my way out of the forest and back to where I stored my clothes. I couldn’t hunt with the injuries I’d sustained. The animals would smell me coming from a mile away. Plus, with the way my wolf was mourning, I didn’t think she would be up to it. So that was it, my dream had ended before it even began.

Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay. Hunter crawled over to her as she smiled shyly and Hunter peppered kisses on her belly slowly making his way up. He was kissing her sweetly while mumbling how much he loves her and her future self was beaming with happiness. Hunter had a scar on his eyebrow. Silvia jerked back to reality. Her eyes went wide as saucers. She had a vision in which she and Hunter were together. How was that possible?

“Good morning, Mr. Blackwood. How can I assist you?” “Claire, I need you to do something for me,” Hunter said, his tone brisk. “Find out everything you can about StarLink’s current financial position. I want a detailed report on their revenue, losses, and any recent developments. And I need it ASAP.” There was a brief pause on the other end before Claire responded. “Of course, Mr. Blackwood. I’ll get right on it.”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

When everybody's knuckles were too red to keep going, Linda declared it a draw and they switched to Go Fish, which was somehow even worse. Kyle insisted on doing a different accent every time he said Go fish: Scottish, then Australian, then something he swore was Russian that sounded mostly like a sick moose. Don kept asking for threes even after he'd been told six times that nobody had any threes. Linda put on her reading glasses and held her cards so close to her face she looked like she was trying to read the fine print on a contract.

It hurts so bad, I winced silently. The growl from my empty stomach echoed loudly in this quiet corner. I pulled my cloth wallet from my bag and glanced inside, my heart sinking. 'Pathetic...' There was only a single fifty-cent coin and a few crumpled one-dollar bills. 'Just make it last until the end of the month, then wait for the free dinner tonight,' I whispered, trying to reassure myself. 'Don't be a crybaby, Elena. It’s just hunger. You're used to being hungry back in Solverde.'

“Ms. Chino?” “Yeah. Chino Yamaguchi,” She said. “Isn't it dumb placing miss before someone's most memorable name? Anyway, Chino couldn't care less, one way or the other, but it's a propensity.” The distance between the dog's head and Sarah's pale thighs wasn't what compelled him to gaze. Nor were the fire red fingernails scratching between the dog's ears. Sarah's skirt was short to such an extent that Scorpion's head was the main thing holding him back from seeing her groin.

MATTEO “Good thing I have a spitting kink,” he hissed. My eyes grew wide. “Now, tell me, pretty boy, what other party tricks do you have up your sleeves for me?” I sucked in a sharp breath. “You're insane!” He stared at me for a second before letting go of my neck, both of his hands reaching down fast to open my pants, saying the word “maybe” in a whisper, with a slight shrug as his hands moved.

Or was it all just their wolf bullshit, keeping me close until they got what they needed and tossed me aside? My stomach growled loud, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since before training. I decided to go downstairs to get some dinner, hoping the brothers were busy somewhere else so I could eat in peace.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.