The Hunger Alma Katsu 소설 & 이야기

•A MAN OF HOPE• "It's been almost a week but the case we're involved is still a work in progress, what are we going to do now? I'm starting to get bored and I'm hungry. I wish I could have almonds and cashews as a snack." Alexis groans while daydreaming about foods while literally holding a McDonald's burger in his hands.

I keep walking around randomly in circles ,and my stomach finally does a buzz ,I'm fucking starving right now ,i haven't had anything solid to eat since the last meal i had with late alpha rein ,i walk to the direction of the kitchen ,the cook Luna ,looks like she's just seen a ghost i bet she's super surprised to see me here in the kitchen ,i don't do this often at all . I have her make me something to eat ,and she prepares me rice with sweet potatoes with sea food and chilly sauce ,I'm so hungry i forgot I'm supposed to use an apron ,i attack the food with my fork at once as soon as she serves it hot on my table ,my goodness I've never been this hungry in a very long while, I dig into the

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

I moved it to Alpha Kilhan’s plate, and just when I turned the spoon over, Betty slid her plate underneath, causing the skewers to fall on her plate. I raised my head to look at her, wondering why she did that. “Kilhan doesn’t eat seafood. He’s allergic.” She uttered with a smile. “He prefers salmon.” She added, putting some salmon on his plate. “Thank you, Betty.” He answered with a grin. I let out a feeble smile and sat down as I continued to eat my food in silence. ‘I really don’t know anything about him.’

Money didn’t bother her, and from what I saw of her apartment, she had enough to look after herself. Alma had put our lunch in the warming trolley and put it in the food lift. So all I had to do was wheel it to my suite. Kate was still sitting on the sofa, her eyes closed. The contract was on her knee. I desperately hoped that I hadn’t upset her. “Kate? Lunch is here. I hope I haven’t ruined your appetite. Alma will not be pleased with me if I send this down full of food.” “It smells delicious.” She said, with a faint smile on her lips as she walked over to the small round table set for two, “And shock makes me hungry.”

Luca looked innocently back. “Actually, no I asked her to make you lunch, she has obviously taken upon herself to make a favourite of yours. Beef stew and dumplings, good choice,” he praised. Alissa tasted it, it had been made perfectly. A warmth spread inside her, maybe forgiveness was an option. Alissa looked at the tray, Kristen had even remembered the buttered bread. Alissa reached for it and started putting forkfuls of beef and potato onto the bread then folded it in half. Luca had been watching her and made a noise when Alissa took a bite.

I'm not sure if that's good or bad with a new Alpha coming in to take over, but this guy doesn't look impressed. "Cally." He repeats, his lips and tongue wrapping around the individual syllables as he enunciates my name slowly. "I'm Zac." "Hi." Pulling me against him again, his breath tickles my hair and caresses my skin as he inhales my scent and I wonder if I'm as appealing to him as he is to me. "How old are you Cally?" His irises swirl deeper with the mahogany, as though his wolf is trying to come out and he's fighting to keep him at bay.

I feel like this open place is their dining or something. "You have to eat Midnight! I made this pancake! Try it!" Hera made me sit in the chair and put a plate that contains her pancake. "Thank you..." I uttered and started eating the pancake she cooked. It was good so I smiled and compliment her cooking skills. She was so energetic about it until Alqamar went to the table and sit in the end of the table. Hera stopped. I also stopped. Silence filled us. "Good morning Alqamar..." Hera greeted Alqamar. I swallowed hard and fixed my eyes on my plate. Suddenly, it's so hard to swallow the food.

The scene warped blurry, brain flooding with flashes of fists and pain. For busting a bowl, Kayla starved her three days straight. Day two, and she floated woozy from hunger, chores stacking endless. Desperate, she snuck to the kitchen for scraps. She scarfed yesterday's cold sweet potato, gulping chunks unchewed, just shoving it in. [You little bitch! What the hell?] Thunderclap roar from behind—she froze mid-bite, shaking like a leaf. [So hungry. Sorry.] Tears poured hot; she choked out the plea.

Find food immediately! "Only 500 calories?! I need at least a thousand more to avoid the debuff!" Bima complained, a wave of dizziness hitting him. However, there was a strange sense of satisfaction in seeing Donny lying there, helpless. Revenge really was sweet, even if the target was already a zombie. Bima staggered out of the warehouse. The scorching sun stung his skin, but he didn't care. His stomach was absolutely screaming. In the distance, he saw the sign of a mostly destroyed convenience store. AlfaMart.