Novel & Cerita Starved Book

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

RHEA'S POV I sit alone at the long dining table. The staff have set out food for me; toast, scrambled eggs, and a little fruit are arranged with funereal neatness on a white porcelain plate. I poke absently at the scrambled eggs with the edge of my fork, but the sight and smell of them churn something in my stomach. I'm not sure if I'm hungry or sick or just tired of pretending I'm okay. I take a slow sip of tea and push the cup and plate further away. My stomach growls in protest, but everything I try to eat tastes like ash.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

I had beaten the man close to death, then sat there covered in his blood waiting for the guards to take me away. The small slot in the cell door opened and a tray of garbage was pushed through. I walked over and took the tray and slipped a small piece of paper to the guard. “Deliver this for me and my man will give you the amount we discussed,” I said to the guard. He didn’t respond, but he took the paper and left. I looked at the disgusting food on the tray and my stomach turned. I had to keep my strength though, so I ate it. It was the vilest thing I had ever eaten. Once I was done I pushed the tray back through the hole in the door and laid back on the cot. Her face came back into my mind

They saw thousands of old cookbooks stacked neatly, but the pages were made of human skin and the ink was fresh blood. This wasn't just a data center. It was a library of every pain humans had ever felt when forced to 'eat' without flavor. "They aren't just harvesting taste," Bima whispered, his face deathly pale. "They are harvesting the history of our starvation." Suddenly, the heartbeat beneath their feet quickened, making the ground they stood on pulse like a heart suffering a cardiac arrest. "We have to go, Bima! This tree is going to blow!" Lia yelled, pulling forcefully on Bima's arm.

Scarlett sat slumped on the filthy straw pallet, back against the cold stone wall, knees drawn to her chest, silver hair matted and tangled from days without care. Exhaustion had settled into her bones like damp rot, weighing on her like chains heavier than the iron cuffs around her wrists. Hunger was a constant, twisting ache in her stomach, coming in relentless waves—sharp enough to keep her awake, dull enough to make every movement feel impossible, twisting, familiar now after a day and a half of almost nothing, and already her body felt foreign, weak, hollow.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

Why bother making things worse? “I’m not hungry,” pushing my food away, the slop spilling over the sides. I’m starving along with the itch my stomach is twisting itself in knots, demanding food. But I won’t eat that. “If we’re not going to eat, let’s just go,” Gabriel states, pushing his own quarter eaten bowl back so before he pushes his chair back. None of my mates have eaten anything, were all lost in thought.

The Hunger of Survival Daniel woke before dawn, his apartment heavy with silence. The glow of the streetlamp spilled through the blinds, painting the lines across his face. He lay still for a long time, staring at the ceiling, listening to the dull hum of the city that never slept. He hadn’t eaten dinner last night. The bread on the counter had gone stale, and he’d convinced himself he wasn’t hungry. But now, as his stomach twisted with pangs, there was no denying it. A man must eat, he thought bitterly. And if he didn’t work, there would be no food.