Skinhunger Novels & Stories

Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever. “Any plans to retire, Raffi?” the keeper joked. That joke, however, was not plausible for the men who I beat in this competition. “No plans to retire, just beat me if you can.” I shrugged and raise the pint of beer that was given to me by the keeper. The prize is 300 gold and that alone is a motivation for me to win. I need a good amount of money to buy a new spear, arrow, and knives for hunting. “As expected from the family of Ambrose!” Everyone clapped except my cousin Rendall and some of his age and gender-like species.

Armando had never been opportuned like Lorenzo or Dante Cossato, Bella's father, none of these men were born into wealth, they made wealth, struggled and worked hard to put themselves in the high rank that they were today. Unfortunately, Armando was different, people liked to think of him as lazy and dull, made mockery of his status and compared him constantly to his brother, but Armando didn't mind, he never thought of it as a competition, that was what they all believed from his actions but when the man had killed himself it had shocked them all.

ari said. "Oh really did you see any food here" I asked looking around. " Yes there's food , fruit actually there" Aria said pointing at the tree with purple flowers. " You must be kidding me right, can't you see it's just leaves" I said getting annoyed. " I can't see any fruit either cause I'm hungry too" Elia added. " Seriously Elia don't tell me you're hungry too" I said. " I am" Elia said rubbing her stomach.

Yeah I'm a good student and moderately cute, but not worthy of some horror movie kidnap the hot girl Type of deal. I kept screaming for what seemed like hours and my voice started to get horse. My throat sore from inhaling all that smoke, I was surprised I could even scream let alone for as long as I did. I look around to see if there's some water or something but no. Nothing but the four walls and this damn hay pile. God what am I livestock to these Jerks.

I am not very hungry, even though the steak and potatoes Cindy has kindly brought to me taste wonderful. I make myself take a few bites as she sits on the sofa near me, making casual conversation. She has asked me about when I met Jeff and where we moved here from, and I have answered her between bites. Now, after four or five pieces of steak, I am nearing my limit. I’m nervous, and it’s difficult to eat something so heavy on a jittery stomach.

she closed the door holding on to her throbbing head. her stomach grumbles, only then did she realize she hasn't eaten and except for the half loaf of bread, there's nothing more to it...she planned on going shopping but because of what happened, she didn't think about it. she is just throwing off a bank card as if it's nothing and now she is dying of hunger, how pathetic...With no other choice, she picks on her breath and eats making sure she drinks enough water to hold on to her stomach...

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”

Erica screamed "Joan what do you think you are doing?" "Allow me Erica, I am hungry" she yelled. Erica couldn't believe it "Joan what has come over you, this is Sarah, our friend, you're feeding on her." She ran off to a corner and started vomiting again. "Please don't be disgusting" Joan said. The bodyguards quickly grabbed some piece of the human flesh and tries forcing Erica and Jerry to it but they kept their mouths tightly shut and refused to feed. Jerry broke down in tears "please I don't want to."

Minus Cutter’s face turned to stone. “Whatever the fuck you think you may know about my club—” “Oh, I know a great deal about you and the Burning Saints. Much more than you could possibly imagine. It’s partly because of the knowledge I have of such things, that I don’t care about your three million. I know, for instance, that your book contains a vast array of information regarding the various sources of that money, and that is what I’m interested in. Why go after three million, when there are hundreds of millions out there for the taking?”

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.