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I walk back into the room and make sure to bolt the door. I sigh as I throw myself onto the bed and grab the book I took from the library. I don't leave my room for the rest of the day. By the time hunger finally wins, the sky outside is dark. I force myself to get up, tossing my book aside. My head aches from reading for hours, and my stomach feels painfully empty. Maybe I should have eaten the meal, but what if it was poisoned? I had kept it out anyway so no need for regrets.

The scar splits open, bleeding silver and shadow as the recollection takes form—Kieran's head thrown back in joy, sunlight through oak leaves, the warmth of his hand on my shoulder before it all went wrong . The Hunger quakes . For a terrifying second, I think it'll devour the memory whole. But then— A shudder. A sigh. It cradles the moment instead, running ethereal fingers over the edges like a scholar admiring fragile parchment. The memory doesn't fade. Doesn't dissolve. The Hunger simply... holds it. Reverent. "Again," it breathes. The Child exhales. "Not take. Share ." Hope flutters closer, gaining strength as the Hunger's rampage stills. The library's surviving books sigh as their

Evelyn POV: The Hive was not at all what I thought it would be nor were the team members what I envisioned. With RSS prestige reputation, I figured I would be walking into a stuffy, black tie, office with everything in pristine order. Instead I was pleasantly surprised by a welcoming room with people dressed casually. A short curvy blonde named Lennie was the first to say hello. Her face was priceless when she was caught with a piece of pizza hanging from her mouth. Once seated, Lennie overviewed the purpose of the Hive.

“How would the Huntsman have been able to tell this book about me without either coming here or knowing me in advance? And how long ago did he make the book? How could it possibly know me?” Russo gripped my shoulders and pushed me back towards the book. “Don’t be afraid of it,” he said. “Use the tool. Why don’t you start by reading the book?” I shot him a look as if he was crazy, but without any better ideas I turned and face the Hologram. “Hello, Huntsman.” The hologram waivered and smiled at me—the Huntsman’s wicked grin. I decided to ask a benign question first and just get a feel for how this stupid thing worked. So I asked the hologram, “Does your book have an index or glossary?”

I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom. Eventually after a while , I hear footsteps nearing me – I do not take notice of the person who takes a seat next to me and the masculine scent that enters my nose accompanied by the delicious smell of food , I come to a conclusion that it is Xavier with a plate of food. “Here…” he brings a spoon full of the bowls content to my mouth , and at first I refuse it but eventually I had given in to it’s scent and opened my mouth. He began to feed me , and I actually enjoyed it – it was comforting , like he is there for me but did not need to r

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.

I swallowed hard while trying to control this sudden hunger inside me, which was making me hungry like a fucking vampire's thrust for blood. "It must be..." She began saying but I cut her off by slamming my lips against her. They taste so sweet like sugar and strawberries, making me want to taste them again and again like a drug addict, the sudden hunger inside me began to disappear making me feel bliss and warmth settle inside my heart. Jesus Christ. I'm screwed. Author's Note:- Hey guys, DO leave your comments below and vote for the book. love you all, take care. I*:- S.n_nina_arthur F*:- S.N Nina Arthur

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

"They won't hit someone who is mentally unstable. I've seen and dealt with situation that concerns someone who isn't in their right mind. They will most likely lock them up and wait for them to be rescued. So, don't worry, they won't hurt her." Terry knew these kinds of situations, and we all must trust her. After the fire, everyone set up camps on the beach. My stomach growls. I touched my stomach and groaned. "Hungry?" I look up and see Ares standing before me, holding a stack of bananas as he hands me one. "Thanks," I smile wryly and take the fruit. I peeled the skin and ate it immediately to fill my empty stomach. Ares sits next to me on the log and stuffs his face.