Sound Hunger Games Novels & Stories

my chance, my place, the Alpha’s gaze that should have been mine. She was nothing but a thief wrapped in silk. My stomach growled, sharp and hollow, yanking me back into the present. I hadn’t eaten in days, not since they had cut my rations down to scraps. The hunger was an ache that blurred my vision, a gnawing beast chewing at my insides. The kitchens. I could almost smell the bread, the meat, the fruit. My body moved before thought could stop it, driven by raw need.

Rachael POV Hunger beat through my stomach so hard it felt like something alive was clawing at me from the inside. I grabbed my small bag with shaky fingers, the strap rough against my jaw. It had been too long since I’d eaten anything real, and every breath felt lighter than the one before, like my body was giving up little by little. If I didn’t find something soon, I knew I’d pass out. Maybe for hours. Maybe forever.

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Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

“‘Cheers.’ Really? You chose a bar called ‘Cheers.’” “They have good food. British pie.” Beady eyes took in Jona’s hoodie as the thug forked at a piece of pastry and chicken before swiping at the gravy on the plate. Harris shoveled the food into a hungry mouth, glancing up nervously at Jona’s lethal stare. “What’s your fucking problem?” he asked. “Imagining the different ways I could kill you. It’s a game.” “You’re crazier than I am.” “Damn right. And I’ve racked up more bodies at half your age. Never forget that.”

Maggie said and closed the door behind her. I laid on the bed, sighing. Bringing out my phone, I dialed Ariana's number. Time to call my bestie. *** (Evening time) "Dinner's ready!" Maggie called from the kitchen. "Great, cause am already starving" Jace groaned. "You ate like 30 minutes ago." I complained. "And i'm still hungry." "Whatever." "What are we having for dinner, anyway?" Greg asked, coming inside the room. "Mashed potatoes, lasagna and..."

Could someone so calm be trusted with something that serious? I pushed the thought aside and headed back into the training room. Alone now, I resumed my training. I followed the steps Adam had shown me before, every movement burned into my muscles. But my stomach had no respect for my ambition. It growled loudly, reminding me I hadn’t eaten. I tried to ignore it, pushing through, but the hunger was too much. Finally, I called for my maid. “Please... get me something to eat,” I said, sounding more like a grieving child than a warrior. I didn’t care anymore.

I didn’t waste another ounce of energy. The Purified Water had shattered the Instance’s illusion. That ravenous, mind-bending hunger was gone. But the real, gnawing emptiness in my gut remained. The game hadn’t created the hunger; it had just taken a biological fact and cranked the volume to eleven. If I didn’t eat, the sensation would return. It would build, just like the compulsion, until I was ready to chew on driftwood. The NPCs were desperate to get that monster-fish into me. That alone was proof it was poison.

Every tremor whispered of relief if only I would lean down and drink. My hunger screamed. I could smell the sweetness of her blood even through my own ruin. If I fed, I would heal—the charred husks of my lungs would knit, the blisters along my hands would seal, my marrow would cool. But I knew with a clarity sharpened by centuries that if I put my mouth to her now, I would not stop. I would drink her dry, tear her to ribbons, end the very thing I had burned to ash to protect.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.