Skinhunger Novels & Stories

A predator learning new terrain. Hunger was the first true citizen of London she met. It had travelled with her, a gnawing passenger, but here it solidified into a sharp-clawed creature living behind her ribs. The meagre bus station sandwich was a memory. The seventeen pounds were not for food; they were for survival’s architecture—a roof, however temporary.

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

The isolation was an absolute weight, but the physical ache inside me was unbearable. A deep, heavy heat was pooling in my lower belly, a throbbing, hollow ache that felt like a localized fever. My clit thudded against my bones, a desperate, weeping slick coating my pussy, a humiliating evidence to how deeply my body was starving for him. It was a bone starvation…a primal, genetic hunger that was actively tearing my sanity apart. My wolf was wasting away, not just from the Silver Decay, but from the agonizing denial of her fated match.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

Sunlight poured through the massive glass windows, hitting my face like a slap. I groaned, rolling over and tangling my legs further into the bedsheets. My stomach gave a violent, sickening lurch that made my vision blur. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. My mouth flooded with a bitter, metallic taste, and a sudden, desperate hunger gripped my chest so hard I could barely breathe. It wasn't normal hunger. It was a feral, burning craving for something so sour and sharp it

The New Friction "The supply chains are snapping, Ethan," Damian said, leaning over the map. His "emerald eyes" were tired, reflecting the dim glow of an oil lamp. "The 'Common Ledger' didn't just track people; it tracked grain, fuel, and medicine. Without the 'Project: Phoenix' stabilizers, the cities are starting to starve. They’re calling it the 'Hunger Audit.'"

she ordered the waiter who hurried off not wanting to spend another moment with someone who looks like the undead,why would someone's eyes be that cold. Scar scoffed and leaned backwards,her smile resembling a crocodile baring it's teeth,the waiter returned with the order,scar dug in without hesitation eating like someone starved for years, Aria watched her while they ate,soon her plate was empty,she signalled the waiter for another plate. They were done eating,”so where do you stay,like before going to prison” Aria asked with the gentlest of voice. “I have no home”scar answered coldly. “Your parents?

and leave empty-handed. That solution seemed better than sitting at home and telling them the truth about my current financial situation. My plan was coming along just perfectly… until I saw it. A delicate gold bracelet, from the Hanz Collection, the latest design from Car***r Simple. Elegant. Perfect. The price tag stared back at me: $70,000. My stomach twisted. Where the hell was I supposed to get that kind of money? If Natalie would just pick up her damn phone, I wouldn't have to worry about price.

I muttered. Fabio remained silent for a while before answering. "Yes, of course, but you need to eat first, you must be hungry." Wordlessly I followed him to get food. * * "I want to go home." I whispered, halfway through the egg rice and noodles Fabio had ordered for me. "This is your home." He vaguely replied, his attention elsewhere. "No this is not. I have been kidnapped and I am begging you to return me to my home. Please Fabio." I dropped my fork and tried make eye contact, hoping to appeal to his moral side.