Starved Book Novels & Stories

I rolled over on my side, facing away from the door, and tried to ignore the gnawing emptiness in my stomach. When had I last eaten? Yesterday morning? Before the gallery opening? That was more than thirty-six hours ago. No wonder I was starving. But eating meant giving in. Meant going downstairs and sitting with Zade and acting civil when I was anything but civil. So I'd just stay here. Go to bed hungry. Deal with it. I'd skipped meals before when I was stressed about exams or deadlines. I could handle one more night. The room grew darker as the sun finished setting. I didn't bother turning on the lights. Just lay there in the gathering darkness, watching the shadows lengthen across the wal

The matter in the borders is far more serious than Morrigan could have imagined. The stench of decaying bodies that were not properly buried, ravens flocking on the pile of dead bodies at one side. The land is so dry, once the wind blows it turns into ashes. The carcass and cadavers served as the food of ravens while the people who barely survived the famine were dying in hunger, craving for a single drop of water to quench their thirsts, the children were stricken with malnutrition, their parents barely eating till their bones were sticking on their skins.

The sound repeated itself. Valerie's face turned as red as a tomato because her stomach had been the cause. Kieran put his book down and looked toward the couch. Valerie's stomach continued to growl. She pressed on her belly firmly. The little voice inside her head scolded her stomach, "Why haven't you rumbled when I starved you before? We've only skipped one meal, and you're making it sound like you've been starved for ages. Are you looking for trouble?"

"The survivors are panicked, Seraphina. They went to gather the soaked nuts from the bank, and the water tasted like vinegar. The New Wild is thinning out." "Because the Author’s desk was only half the machine," Xander said, turning to look at the stranger who held the book. The old man was still standing by the hearth, his face unreadable as he watched the manuscript weep. "You didn't just bring us a blank book, did you? You brought us the Casting Bed."

He backed up until his shoulder hit the cold glass wall of the office, leaning into it entirely just to keep himself from collapsing again. He watched her eat. It was the most gruesome form of psychological torture. She cut the garlic prawns with surgical precision. She ate the saffron rice slowly, savoring every bite. Every time she lifted the silver fork to her lips, Aryan’s empty stomach convulsed violently. The hunger was a living parasite inside him, clawing desperately at his ribs, begging for just a single grain of rice. He was over thirty hours deep into absolute starvation, and his brain was starting to severely misfire. He vaguely wondered if he begged, truly begged, would she give

From all the traveling, l realized that l must have been left unfed for 3+ days. The little food shops were closed. My stomach was growling like a wild animal. Though shaking I kept my head held high. As minutes went, l found the hunger unbearable. Without thinking l walked to the trash can, picked up the cold and the slightly stale leftover of a hamburger then took a big bite. I was so hungry. I ate the whole hamburger caring less about the fact that it was cold and stale.

A title soon came to mind and she answered, “Recently, I’ve been reading the book called ‘The Struggle For Sweetness’ and I found it an enjoyable read and to my liking.” A few of the young bachelors burst out in cheerful laughter. “The title of the book is called The Struggle For Sweetness? Is that right? Goodness, it seems like a book related to desert making.” Before Alicia could reply, Ash Pavard parted his lips open and said, “Hmm… Sir Killian, I think you have some sort of misunderstanding. The book is quite famous and renowTed for its humanities of sorts. It looks like you don’t know of this.”

My stomach grumbled. So maybe they didn't plan on killing me. Why feed me to only kill me in the end? It would be a waste of money, if you'd asked me. They had to have bought the food, or the ingredients used to prepare it. Hands worked marvelously to prepare such a delicacy. However, I knew it was only my hunger talking. And I wasn't myself when I was hungry. My stomach rumbled... How long would I survive this hunger? This dilemma I'm in? I'd never experienced this before. Now, I realized how it felt to be starved, like all the children in those areas in the world. All the kids who have no idea where their next meal will come from.

Follow, vote, comment and share... Lyka's P.O.V I didn't go to sleep the whole night as I just couldn't. The nightmares will return so I decided to go in the library. I have been seated for over five hours in the damn library with nothing to eat or drink as I read the old books and papers with a smell that makes me want to puke. My eyes have not dared to close on me as I read the thirtieth book. I have not found any useful information that can locate the blood moonstone and finish this once and for all.

He told me, giving me a warning stare. “Does the same fact you just stated apply to that of someone who has been starving for five years? Does that mean that the stomach of a person has been starving for five years would divide into five thousand four hundred and seventy five parts?" I asked again and his eyes widened up. “How will that happen?" “Lemme explain it to you. Starving for one day will make your stomach divide into three parts. In one year it will divide into one thousand and ninety five parts and in five years it will divide into five thousand four hundred and seventy five parts. Does it work that way?"