Touch Starved Characters Novels & Stories

Even if they were dead. "You think you're special, bitch?" I flinched away when a girl, just my age, tried to grab me. She didn't make it past one step when she stumbled and fell down on the sand. Her dark bob reminded me so much of Zoe. "Others are being treated like royalty while we starve until the boat comes." A man barked a laugh. His accent somehow sounded Scottish. Sudden guilt started overwhelming me. This was all too wrong. "Stay in your line!" I heard a growl. Looking up, I saw three identical bald men in complete black attire, keeping the dead people in their specific lines.

They walked among the five billion humans as if they were browsing at a livestock auction. "This one is a bit frayed around the edges," one of the Investors said, pointing a finger made of starlight at a young boy who was clutching a stuffed bear. "The 'Trauma-Score' is high, but the 'Will-to-Live' is flagging. I don't think he'll last through the first Expansion." "We can buff his 'Hope' stats," Marcus said quickly, scribbling on his tablet. "A few 'Random Acts of Kindness' from the 'Subject 01' character will bring him right back up."

--- ### The Architecture of the Void In the simulations, the "Sub-Text" was where the bugs lived. It was the space between the words, the gap between the frames of the world. It was a place of darkness and noise, but it was the only place the "Adjusters" wouldn't look because it had no value. "Caspian!" I shouted, looking for the man who had helped me in the vents. "Caspian, are you there?" A shadow detached itself from a nearby pile of rubble. It was Caspian, but he looked different. His body was flickering, his edges blurry. "I'm here, Kaima. But I’m losing my resolution. The Liquidation is stripping the layers of my character."

Time passed in the blink of an eye. When Finnegan saw that I was being very uncooperative, not caring whether or not I got hurt in the tug of war and refusing to listen to orders, he told the bodyguards to step aside and spoke to me instead, saying, "I heard that you're surviving on stale bread from some bakery near your place." I lowered my head in shame. Although everyone knew that my family was bankrupt and that I, Winter Brooke, had fallen from grace, I still felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed when confronted by Finnegan, my longtime crush.

Starvation was a parasite that ate loyalty first. The massive brute at Leo's feet shifted. He looked up at the boy, his gaze lingering on Leo's broken, dangling arm, then turned his head toward the fresh meat in the snow. His jaw slacked. The primal, unthinking hunger in his chest was overriding the awe of the King. *Kael, close the blast doors! Crush them!* I shrieked in the dark of my own mind. "Awaiting the King's directive," Kael's blue waveform pulsed steadily on my HUD, infuriatingly bound by logic.

that sought to drain the color from anything they touched. "They want our Definition," Julian realized, his silver light the only thing illuminating the grey waste. "They’re 'Data-Starved'." Elara stepped onto the grey ice. She felt the "Low-Res" fog trying to blur her hands, trying to turn her golden eyes into grey ash. "Then let’s give them a High-Definition lesson," Elara growled. "Drop the puck."

Chapter 19 Tank I watched in heartbreak as my girl went round the corner, leaving me forever. I know it was my choice, but it still bought pain like I had never felt before. I knew she was leaving, Julia had come to rip me a new one when she found out we broke up. I couldn’t even defend myself. I was never gonna find another woman like her. She was everything, my whole world. I loved her, more than I loved any other person. I couldn’t even tell her.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

All in all, you're pathetic babe, stop making so much drama and get off your big butt and get ready to go to Blue Oceans I smiled at the mental kick I gave myself and got up, stretched a bit and smiled again, I approached the switch and activated it immediately, the artificial light riddled my eyes and of course my lips could not get another expression that was not damn light, I waited while my eyes got used to the clarity again and after a few moments, I walked towards the full-length mirror, look at me. I smiled, I looked very good this morning, well almost, my hair was really disgusting, but I would take care of it in a while, I smiled even more when I read on my tattoo "Life alone is bal

“Turn around, “Storm ordered. Bash wedged himself by holding the edge of the desk . He waited patiently for his core to be invaded by the thick rod he sucked but nothing happened after some seconds. He turned his head just as he felt Storm’s hot breath fanning his ass . He shuddered , his legs became weak. He mouthed a triumphant yes ! And almost squealed, Storm loves to eat ass and he loves getting eaten . Storm septated Bash’s ass to reveal his treasure. He sniffed it then smiled, he felt satisfied, the boy kept it neat and scented , it smelt like a strawberry flavored treat. He kissed the right cheek then squeezed the left. He stuck his index finger in his mouth before pushing it in the t