Sound Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"Here. Eat this. I bought it at the gas station this afternoon. You look like you haven't had a real meal in weeks." The smell of the food hit my nose, and my body instantly took over. The three days of total starvation had left my stomach completely empty, and the sheer, desperate hunger made me forget about the danger, forget about the gun in my pocket, and forget about the man I had left behind. I grabbed the sandwich with shaking fingers, tearing into the bread and meat with a wild, primal hunger, swallowing the food down in massive, frantic gulps. I washed it down with the sweet juice, the sugar hitting my bloodstream like a sudden jolt of electricity that made my head swim with a heavy

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. My stomach growled again, loud and insistent, as if the very air around me had conspired to remind me of its hunger. That low, demanding rumble was all the permission I needed. Without hesitation, I grabbed the plate, pulled it closer, and began devouring the contents as if I hadn’t eaten in days—no, as if I hadn’t eaten in years. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but the hunger that gnawed at me, pushing me to consume with a desperation I couldn’t quite suppress. I tore into the food like a starved hyena, each bit a desperate act of indulgence.

My hand presses against my stomach. “No,” I whisper. This isn’t mine. Not the slow ache of skipping a meal. This hunger is sharp. Urgent. Like a body sounding an alarm it can’t turn off. The baby in the bassinet. Crying. Crying. Crying. A wave of dizziness rolls through me. I grab the edge of the counter to steady myself. The baby doesn’t know what hunger means. It only knows something hurts. Something is missing. And no one is coming.

It was just a matter of time before they came out and made a meal of them. Gracie felt hungry and her throat was raw and dry from dehydration. She wondered how long they could last without food or water. She wondered if Dawn was still alive or if the bloodsucker had already drained her dry and discarded her body somewhere no one would ever find her. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but there was nothing left for her to throw up. Gabriel's voice seemed to come from far away when it reached her ears. Gracie turned to face him, a confused expression on her face.

She couldn't move, her body betraying her desire to escape. All she did was stare back at Xavier, meeting his challenge with silent resistance. She knew hunger, not for food but for victory, and it gnawed at her now as she declared, "I am starving. Each word dripped with the weight of their shared history, a testament to their resilience and the games they played—a game of chess where hearts were the pawns and every move was a calculated risk. Tension hung heavy between them, a palpable force in the tight confines of the car. It was a dance they both knew well, steps marked by confrontation and the palpable anticipation of what cruelty or kindness fate might bring next.

He said, angry at the hunger that befriended Jennet at the moment. If hunger is a living human, Hue would have to punch it in the face and toss it into the void where it could never find its way home. Even if hunger managed to get back, Hue would go to war with pan and spoon in his hands, defeating it endlessly. Hunger, a third wheel indeed because nothing good could be enjoyed when it appears. Truly a mood killer! However, Jennet was thankful for the appearance of the unexpected saviour. Hunger had spared her purity from getting devoured by the man before her. She was grateful for it, very much!

There was practically no time for her to come up with a game plan. Hazel pulled herself to the head of the bed so that she could rest her back and think properly. But despite her desperation to think of a plan, she could not concentrate. She had not had anything to eat since she had been in this realm and though she had been able to function properly, she could not deny that she was on the verge of passing out. And she was not sure if it was the hunger but she always felt nauseous. At first, she had waved off her nausea as being disgusted with all the irritating things she encountered in this realm but even now that she was alone, her stomach was contracting trying to force the contents of h

But fuck, Asher was hungry. And it wasn't the type of hunger you feel after missing lunch on a day. No, this hunger crawled up from the pit of his stomach and chewed its way through his ribs and brain until he didn't even know what it meant to feel full anymore. The hunger had started to make him sick, so he picked at his own skin. Anytime the pang slammed into him, he nibbled at the soft meat under his fingernails, tearing it out and chewing just to keep the nausea at bay. It was dehumanizing and sickening, but still better than nothing.

“She bound something else to me. I can feel it crawling inside, hunger.” I stood up, fists clenched. “You should’ve told me the moment you woke up” “I thought I was just hungry for food naturally, I didn’t even understand it until now!” Liam snapped. “It’s like something whispering behind my thoughts, urging me to…” He stopped, shaking his head violently. “To what?” Isla asked, though her voice wavered. He looked at her then, and I caught it, the hunger he was fighting to hide. His hands trembled as he pressed them to his temples. “To feed.”

"Ava, your player profile—" Before he could finish, a transparent panel popped up in front of me. 【Player: Ava Stone】 【Level: Novice】 【Special Status: Sensory Deficiencies (Face Blindness, No Sense of Smell)】 【Current Anxiety Level: 5】 When Chloe saw my profile, a cruel glint flashed in her eyes. "Oh, dear. Sensory deficiencies? In a horror game, that’s fatal. You should just give up. Might as well die now and get it over with."