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She yelled, "Who gave you the right to speak to Herbie like that? I'm the one he loves. You're just a tapeworm that came out of nowhere. You don't even deserve to be my opponent!" "You've got no right to meddle in our relationship! And stop it with that holier-than-thou attitude of yours!" I'd only managed to fire that line back at her before she threw the hot stew all over me. Michelle then grinned smugly while Herbert just frowned at me. He coldly asked, "Have you finally woken up now, Lyanna Summers?" At that, I heard my heart break into a million glass pieces.

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.

No. If Zade doesn’t kill me, then hunger will do the work.

I swallowed hard and looked down at my blistered feet. This wasn't the first time I was referred to as ugly. “She's ugly and looks diseased, she's of no use here.” My heart was already doing a jig, if she decides to reject me now. I'd take the opportunity to run away, to a far away town where no one will ever find me. Her next words shattered my hopes of freedom. Like a stone thrown at a huge mirror. “It's a shame we can't return any of the tributes.” My hearts sunk into the depth of my stomach slowly.

I can feel the hunger gnawing at my insides, a relentless beast that threatens to consume me whole. “Savage, stay with me,” Lily's voice cuts through the darkness, her hand reaching out to grasp mine in a gesture of unwavering support. “You're stronger than this. You can fight it.” “I can't. I am so hungry,” I groan as I stare at her vein throbbing.

“Excruciatingly so.” Her fork hovered over the plate. She hadn’t touched the meat, but I wasn’t worried. Hunger always wins in the end. “I don’t want to keep you here forever,” I added lightly. “Just long enough to help you remember who you are.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, right. The whole ‘burning star, meant for more’ speech. I’ve heard it.” I chuckled. “Yes, but hearing and believing are different, aren’t they?” The corner of her mouth twitched. Not a smile. But not a no.

"No. Hope is not yours. Hope deserves rest. Hope deserves peace. Hope deserves freedom from suffering. You are stealing Hope's earned rest. You are violating Hope's choice. You are imprisoning Hope against Hope's will. That is wrong. That is evil. That is unacceptable. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope. You cannot stop us. You will not stop us. You do not own Hope. Hope is not food. Hope is being who deserves peace. We will give Hope peace. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope." Foolish, Hunger transmitted. Impossible. Doomed. You cannot fight me. You are nothing to me. You are less than nothing. You are insignificant. I am Hunger. I am eternal. I am absolute. I will consume you too. Will feed on your suffering too. Will devour your agony too. You came to save Hope. You will join Hope. Will become food. Will be consumed. You will suffer. And I will feed. Forever. All of you. Trapped. Suffering. Food. Forever.

Plus, the last thing I want is a round two. I force my upper body up the ground, leaning both my arms folded on my spread open knees. Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire. The pain is aggravating yet I’m trying to get my act together. In a world where only you have got your back, never show weakness. That’s a quote I learnt from the asshole of a mother I had. Man, I’m so glad I got both my parents killed. I take a deep breath and stare at my environment, soaking the beautiful view.

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

“Bold words. Dangerous ones for someone whose head should’ve been on a stake last week.” “But it’s not. And as long as I’m alive, there’s hope for my freedom. Death is the least of my fears,” I say, my gaze unflinching. Katniss sobers, her smug expression returning. “Do you know why people call Fae foolish creatures?” I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue.

(ELYN) "Food can't help me with my hunger. You know that, don't you?" I looked down at him. I saw the fire burning in his eyes. I knew he wanted what I wanted, but he persisted. He had more willpower than I ever had, and that was such a shame.

Staying hungry didn’t mean I was also solving my problems. “Please don’t run away! I don’t want to scare you. I love you, you understand, and I don’t want to lose you. You think I fear my stupid brother and his entire gang of sharks? NO! Well, nothing scares me. If I’m back from the dead, I’m stronger and braver than before. I don’t want to lose you, you understand. I want to fight for you, but you have to be honest with me and trust me. Let yourself be loved and protected. Don’t condemn yourself to a life of slavery.”

“He was a visionary who turned raw diamonds into legacy.I stand here not to replace him,but to honor everything he was.” Click. click-click “And I promise in my life that his vision will not die with him.” He lowered his gaze. The room fell silent. The world holds its breath. “That must be hard..” I murmured softly. “And I am so hungry.” I added,dragging myself off the couch. The emotional moment dissolved into the very human reality of starvation. I reached for my phone, deciding food would fix atleast one of my problems. Ding.ding ding.

Lucas said, glaring at Hattie in displeasure. “I do have IQ, sir. I was always the top scorer in primary school and junior high,” said Hattie sweetly. Lucas was really at a loss for words. He was not prepared to continue talking to Hattie solely because he would be angered to death if they kept talking. After that, Lucas walked to the window and noticed the streets were full of zombies. If he went down now, it definitely would not be a wise move. “Sir, I’m hungry.”

My stomach seems to burn with nausea, but I choose to keep my face in a cold mask of stupid courage. "Because every God needs to experience death to be worthy of what he deserves, love. "Jonathan makes a head movement to keep up with the threat implicit in the words, sounding darker than I remembered it could be. "That doesn't make me feel any gratitude for what you did, if you want to know.”

In the film The Prisoner of Azkaban, Dumbledore addresses the Hogwarts students in the great hall and says, "But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

This action of her causes a scene as on-lookers from nearby crowds emerged. “You have no right to judge how I live my life. You also have no right to insult my choices. You have zero rights to insult the man I love and lastly you have no permission to declare him dead, do you understand me?” Katniss seethed angrily at Ludale then let go of his shirt violently. It caused him to stumble and fall back to the bar table which almost caused the glasses to tumble and break. “Your discernment of people who aren’t so privileged financially is absurd. You, my mother an everyone else who shares that belief are the problems of the world. To hell with all of you!” Katniss snapped and Ludale laughed at her as he got up from the floor.

I said coldly. But before she can respond I added, "You are shameless, Geena. I will make you regret ever messing with me." She laughed, cruel and cold. "In your bloody dreams, b#%*h." I slammed the phone down and stared at the wall, darkness gathering in my eyes. Let the Hunger Games begin.

“I’ve read the announcements. Barrett’s farewell gala for you and Louis—it’s all anyone’s talking about in the right circles.” “That’s the idea,” I admitted, smiling despite myself. “I want it to be unforgettable. A statement, really.” Lucy’s eyes glittered. “You’ll succeed. You have the charm for it. And, forgive me for saying so, the hunger.” I leaned forward, curiosity prickling. “Do you think that’s a bad thing?” “Not at all,” she said, spearing a piece of lettuce delicately. “Hunger is what separates the women who endure from the women who fade. You remind me of myself at your age. Only—” She paused, her fork hovering. “You’re more disciplined.”