Starved Book Novels & Stories

Someone had spent hours on her. Not someone, she thought. Him. A tray waited on the bedside table. Bread. Cheese. A bowl of broth still steaming. And a fresh sheet of paper with a single line of jagged handwriting: Eat. All of it. I'll know if you don't. — K Elara stared at the note. No one had ever told her to eat. They had told her to starve, to beg, to crawl. Never to eat. She ate. The broth was rich with herbs. The bread was still warm. Halfway through, her stomach clenched—too much, too fast—but she forced herself to finish. She would not waste food. She had watched pups starve in the kennels. She had been one of them.

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--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

I had admitted foolishly to the thought of liking the idea of being a pet to the Mafia King. And worse in front of one. The look on his face showed he was clearly unimpressed with my answers. Maybe that was why he wheeled away in displeasure. Hours passed before I even realized I had skipped a whole meal, because of one book. My stomach growled in protest, snapping me out of my daze. Shit. I was dead hungry. I scrambled off the bed, clutching the book to my chest as I rushed toward the kitchen. The last thing I needed was to bump into Damien again and have him catch me with his damn book like some obsessed little thief.

“Bulgeons are starving to death in Dueick.” “They,” I stop, as the realization makes me only smile grimly.“ Then They're settling because they have nothing else.” I go, more to myself. “Starvation marks a man more desperate,” The words fall out of my mouth, something I read once, from a story. And it didn’t end well. I remember, before sighing, my head suddenly much heavier. Was it the heat or this? What was the difference? I need to think, but not now. “Thank you, Admiral Nugen.” I manage and turn, walking out to find Naska waiting. At the sight of her, I feel a slight smile of relief, not being completely alone.

Adam asks in a tone that suggests that he does not believe it. “No, one meal of such heavy foods eaten quickly because of starvation made me very sick to my stomach. So sick in fact that despite the fact that I feel so hungry I believe I could eat a horse, my stomach does not seem to be able to even handle the glass of room temperature water from the tap.” “You were sick?” He asks, looking her over.

Now, my gaze drifted between the fresh blood girl, the vicious Bone Yard, and the Head Iron Warden standing like the physical embodiment of hostility. Then my stomach growled again. Aggressively. At this point starvation genuinely felt more dangerous than the Arena itself. I needed to do something about it but I doubted anyone casually walked up to the Head Iron Warden requesting a meal. But I was reaching the stage where my organs might begin eating each other. So sacrifices had to be made. I inhaled once. Then started walking toward her. ** The kennel smelled like heat, sweat and surrender. I lay awake on the rough sleeping platform now while bodies shifted around me endlessly in the dark.

“June, 25th 1803 After considering our options, I have decided to look into other avenues to create the beasts our Master wants. It has become clear that what we’ve been doing up to now isn’t working.” It was yet another short entry about nothing! I sighed and put the book down on my lap, looking out the window. Clouds were moving in and the light was turning darker. Was the weather just a taste of what was to come? Was the fact that the first female died the reason Fynn wanted me to read the book? There had to be more because there were females and children here and they weren’t human. I might not be a full vampire, but I could smell them from a mile away. Opening the book again, my hand sl

I felt my stomach rumble and was glad Demetrius wasn't here; if he was he would have scolded me about my tendency to skip meals then force me to eat a full course dinner, muttering about woman and their obsession with looks. I went into the kitchen with my three bodyguards trailing after me, I took out the ravioli from last night and heated it up, I'm not a big fan of overnight food but I was too exhausted to cook and I had given Lewis, our cook a day off, so I sucked it up and ate the ravioli, not all of it, so there was enough for Demetrius when he came home.

She got home and everything continued as usual but her mom came home late which meant no dinner. Eva woke up late in the night. She got out of bed, feeling groggy and her mouth parched. She came down to grab some water. She came down the stairs, zoning in and out of sleep,just to see a plate of food in the middle of the dinning table. Her sleepiness vanished, her parched mouth drooled with saliva and her stomach rumbled. She was starving. She steppes forward. The world around her had vanished. She was like a sailor, smitten by the song and beauty of a siren. Her hand had almost grasped the spoon when she remembered the words that were written in her book.