Starved Book Novels & Stories

The other end picked up and I said I need a donor now. My office was only a few blocks away and it took all my willpower to make it there and not suck the life out of some random person on the street. When I made it to my office my donor was waiting for me and I didn’t hesitate and took her in my arms and sunk my teeth right into her flesh, trying to stop the hunger that was taking over inside of me. I drank until I felt the body in my arms losing conscience and knew I had to stop or I was going to kill her but the hunger inside of me wasn’t even remotely satisfied. I pulled away and laid the body onto the floor and made another call for another and a cleanup crew.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

Starved Passion::: Ivana knew she desperately needed a job to keep body and soul together, the clock beside her bed shows 2:45am in the morning and she was carefully looking for a vacancy application with a cup of tea in her hand, five different newspapers lay on her bed. Her present condition could be termed pathetic! Or Maybe desperate completely.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

I asked her suddenly realizing that I should had fed her first before exploiting her body with my beastly lust. "Yeah I couldn't eat the frozen breakfast.It was gross."She made a disgusted face. "Don't worry you'll have something healthy and delicious this time."I nodded at her and pressed the intercom.I ordered my cook to prepare a quick meal for her.Her frame look thin.She has definitely lost a good few pounds in last few months. "Brother I think you should look at this,"Adam's voice brought me back from my staring session. "You can read those books,"I indicated at the rack which contained books on various subjects as I didn't want her to stress herself in our family charade.

It was weird for him to say things which didn't sound too perfect in her ears and she still seemed confused over the entire matter. "We don't have a raven..", Harriet spoke from the side, her hands on her waist as she tried understanding what they both said. Bryan still seemed confused with his squeezed forehead and then he said again, "I didn't send any raven." * "The people are starving. The cost of things in the market has increased enormously, people are struggling for the things they do not have. It's getting worse Nicholas", Luke said in a low tone to Nicholas who sat on his exalted throne

“We were due for a field trip.” The Apocrypha Gastronomica was housed in a pocket dimension that looked like a grandmother’s kitchen crossed with a mad alchemist’s lab. Jars of glowing liquids lined shelves, cookbooks floated in mid-air, and a faint smell of ozone and burnt sugar hung in the air. In the center of the room, hovering over the main tome—a massive book bound in what looked like living dough—was the problem.

We hunger for escape. It was obvious that everyone was busy satiating their starvation. No one was talking and everyone’s eyes were fixed to their slab of meat. The children were on each side of the old woman as they helped themselves. I looked at all of them and everyone that was eating and we looked like animals that have been starved by our owners.

I'm busy with a project abroad, so I leave my six-year-old son, Anthony Lynch, in the care of my father-in-law, Stephen Shenton. I send him 2,000 dollars a month for living expenses, with additional money for holidays and special occasions. Every time Stephen video-calls me, he tells me Anthony is eating and sleeping well. On camera, there are always fish, shrimp, and beef in front of him. So, when his homeroom teacher, Davina Walker, calls me and says Anthony fainted from hunger during PE class, my first thought is that she called the wrong number. I fly back home overnight and rush straight to the hospital. The doctor tells me that Anthony has been suffering from long-term malnutrition.

All I needed was to grab a book and boom, I would be drooling. I grabbed the documen to read this time. I wanted to know what was in it and what the bastard had gathered up. I doubt that it was something to help me but then I wnated to see what he had written in it. But then, my stomach growled—a sharp, insistent reminder that I hadn’t eaten all day.