Sound Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I’d be dead soon, so what was I covering? I drew in a deep breath, but it scratched against my dried throat, making me cough. As if that wasn’t enough, my stomach rumbled, as hunger pangs gnawed at my guts. I hadn’t eaten anything nor taken any water since I was captured. If they did not execute their plans on time, I was sure I’d die of hunger before they finally came for me. I continued coughing, and it was so harsh that I felt a burning sensation in my throat. I needed water. I couldn’t continue this way anymore.

the moment I said that everybody had looked at me with a horrified expression on their faces and then they told me that I didn't want that not in the slightest I was confused why they would react like that wouldn't they wants to stop eating the unsubstance as well and it's something that was actually delectable and probably healthier? What was when the inmate that have stayed in this rat hole the longest told me that's the only people that were solved food like that where people that were fighting and playing the rogue King's game, so basically it was like a meal before death and one could only get it after going far enough in the games meaning that the person was practically eating of the b

I flinched back as maggot-ridden meat scraps and fouled water rained down around me. The guard laughed at my disgusted reaction. "Better eat up, wench. Wouldn't want you dyin' before the games even begin!" With that grim promise, he departed, leaving me staring numbly at the repulsive mess meant to pass as food. Could River truly be so cruel as to poison me intentionally? But hunger eventually drove me to pick reluctantly through the decaying slop for anything edible. I had to keep up my strength if I hoped to eventually escape this nightmare. But I need my strength to Leave here again.

Sera left with laughter. "Bitch, is everyone okay??" I called out. Hazel returned my question and stated Mikhal's condition. He hasn't eaten in months, and Hamon worries about his health. Like the others, he would rather die than be ordered by Sera. She has been liquifying his food and feeding him with a straw. One time, he almost choked to death on how much she was giving him. His throat has been swollen ever since. I’m scared about all our mental health at this point. I am surprised we haven’t gone insane yet.

I was drained in every possible way, and yet, despite the fatigue, the one thing I couldn’t shake was my hunger. It gnawed at me, a constant reminder of the days of neglect I’d forced my body to endure while worrying over Nevaeh’s fragile state. I hadn’t eaten since before the bloody ball. Room service sent up food, standard human stuff, but it smelled divine to my starving senses. Rune glanced at it and wrinkled his nose, scoffing slightly. Of course, he wouldn’t touch it, he didn’t eat human food, and tonight was no exception. He went out to hunt for his own food but didn’t stay long.

I feel the drool slipping out of my mouth as I let the put food in front of us. The plates land on the table one after another, and the second the maids step aside, the smell hits me—hot bread, grilled meat, herbs so strong they sting my nose. My stomach twists like it’s trying to claw its way out. I haven’t eaten since . . . hell, I don’t even know. Before the screaming. Before Dante pinning Serena to the wall by her throat like she was a fly he wanted to crush. I grip the fork too tight, fingers shaking. I pretend it’s nothing. Just hunger. Just nerves. Definitely not the Alpha King sitting across from me with tension still carved into his shoulders, his jaw clenched so viciously I swear I

Attending to pack matters and then framed, damn. I touched around the food searching for the spoon, there is no spoon? Shit, they meant whatever they were doing. I can't wait anymore, I'm starving…I dipped my hand into the food, chugging it down my throat, the peppery taste hit my throat. My head sparked. I choked on the food. I quickly stood up, my swollen foot ached as I tried to maintain balance…I staggered around the dungeon, I couldn't see. My eyes hurt more as I tried to open them “he…lp!” I muttered hoping someone would help with water.

The hammer, which had been about an inch away from the back of my head, halted mid-swing. In reality, Jorvan felt as if his world had been rocked to its core. Why was the focaccia sandwich so extravagantly delicious? It was as if it was real. It was so crunchy and savory… But it was impossible! The NPC ghouls in horror games were wandering spirits of the dead. Since they were already dead, anything they experienced in the supernatural world of the game was false as well. His sense of smell, of taste, of touch had long been defunct.

Always night now. "I'm managing." "You're suffering. There's difference." He sits beside me. Warm. Alive. Everything I'm not. "How bad is the hunger?" "Constant. Like being thirsty but water doesn't help. Like being hungry but food turns to ash. Every heartbeat I hear calls to me. Every living thing is potential meal." "Including me?" "Especially you." I move away slightly. "Your blood smells incredible. Warm. Fresh. Alpha-strong. Every instinct screams to feed on you."

Finally i said “ you wont endure it alone, i will help you out.” Immediately I made the statement that something shifted inside both of us. That made her still. A quiet beat passed between us. “ The bond isn't just hunger or heat, its recognition and its need for balance. Without balance it will overwhelm you.” my eyes met hers without hesitation.and i saw her trying to steady herself “ And you are the balance.” I shook my head “ no, I'm just a part.” My answer made her frown slightly. “ What's the other part?” I held her gaze for long