Sound Hunger Games 소설 & 이야기

Starved Passion::: His finger moved higher across the bare skin between her shoulder making her flesh tingle. she wanted more and unconsciously moved closer tightening her arms around him with her breast pressing on his chest. Davin bit down on his tongue to suppressed the groan threatening to escape from his mouth, he could no longer bear it anymore, he needs to kiss her, his lip found its way to her neck, giving it feather, ..he drew nearer to her mouth slowly, reading to cover her inviting lip with his, the music came to an end.

But as I gestured to the meager food, my teammates rose one by one, finding the will to take another step forward into the darkness that awaited us. Wordlessly, we shuffled over and knelt by the plates, each picking up a spoon to reluctantly dig into the putrid meal. We gathered around the food trays, eating our meager breakfast in silence. Haley pushed the bowl away half-eaten, her tone filled with disgust. "This stew is revolting," she muttered, "How can they expect us to survive on this slop?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying a growing sense of desperation beneath the anger.

polished metal, sharp corners, and on it… food. Hot. Steaming. Savory. My stomach twisted at the sudden influx of scent. Roasted meat, fresh bread, something spicy and tangy. It didn’t matter what it was, just that it was real. I stared at the plates, throat dry. They wanted me to eat. Was it drugged? Poisoned? Maybe. But if they’d wanted me dead, they had more than enough chances already. So maybe this was their next game. Fine. If hell was coming again after this, I’d at least face it with something in my stomach.

Hunger is a powerful motivator. My pity party has been going on for barely an hour when I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t eaten anything proper since morning, okay? I only had a few snacks while we watched the games and that was it. And when Jude mentioned barbecue earlier? My mouth watered and my stomach started warming up for all the good food I was anticipating. I never followed through with that and now my stomach is growling in protest. It also doesn’t help that the aroma of what Jude ordered is making its way into the bedroom. I should have taken my share before announcing my need for isolation.

“We’re afraid you already have. The Hunger's influence—subtle, yes, but detected in your resonance spikes. It feeds on escalation, and your bond... amplifies it.” The Hunger’s attention sharpened then—not excitement, but approval, a ripple beneath my ribs like a lover's hand trailing lower, probing for yield. This was its design—not direct assault, but orchestration through others' fears, widening fractures between authority and trust, forcing choices that fed its inevitability.

It was clear that they had been starved for days, their bodies drained. I was afraid that my mate, with his kind eyes and hesitant demeanor, would eventually give in and kiss Hazel, risking everything we built together. I didn't want him to give up; I needed him to keep fighting the insatiable hunger that threatened to consume him. Hazel quickly rushes over, her hands expertly tending to his burnt wounds with swift, practiced motions, while my fist clenches tightly at my side to see her touch him.

-Katherine- My entire body is on fire, but I find myself unable to move or call out. My mouth hurts, and my gums feel like I’ve chewed on too much Doritos and got shards stuck in them. With heavy eyelids, I drift off to sleep, but a few hours later something claws at my stomach and I wake up. Hunger - soul-splitting hunger. “What the fuck are you doing, little lamb?” Gabriel’s voice interrupts my chewing and I peer up at him while chewing at the leftover pizza in the fridge. I’ve had six slices, but nothing is stopping this fucking feeling.

The roar wasn’t sound. It was pressure, a deep, crushing tremor that sank into bone and soul, making the very air bleed light. The cavern walls cracked under the strain, stone flaking like parchment as the breach widened. The First Hunger was coming. I could feel it before I saw it—a tide of oblivion, an appetite that wasn’t a creature but a concept, a hunger older than creation itself. And I was its invitation. Kael stood at my side, sword drawn, his jaw locked tight. “Don’t move,” he murmured. His voice was steady, but his knuckles were white on the hilt.

Sherry's stomach growled, the fierce hunger gnawing at her insides as she stared at the lavish spread before her. Plates of roasted meat, warm bread, and delicacies filled the large oak table, but not a single bite had been offered to her. She shifted in on the floor, trying to ignore the pangs of hunger as the man across from her—Dallion Cross, one of the most feared mafia dons in the underworld—ate in silence. His jaw moved slowly, chewing methodically, like a predator savoring its prey.

Drake’s POV Hunger strips a man of everything he pretends to be. I didn’t understand that until the moment Elise stand in our front with Derek beside her, both of them carrying food, and my body reacted before my mind could remind me that I was a crown prince. The smell hit first. Warm bread. Roasted meat. Salt. Smoke. My stomach clenched so hard it hurt, a sharp reminder that we’d been chasing shadows all day and surviving on nothing but stubbornness. I stood without realizing I’d moved, boots crunching against dry leaves, eyes locked on what she carried like it was treasure.