100th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

James Muller walked through the door just as I was tossing the post-abortion care sheet into the trash. Three days ago, while he was supposedly on a business trip, he was actually at a birthday party—for another woman. He gifted the woman a million-dollar house. I got so upset that I had a miscarriage. Back from the hospital, I stared at the jewelry box full of bracelets—99 of them. Then I ordered fried chicken and a cold soda, ignoring everything the doctor told me.

Arthur was all alone. Beneath the photo was a caption that described the scene. [This morning, well-known local attorney, Arthur Hutton, was left standing alone at the steps of the city hall, dressed in a formal suit and holding a bouquet of flowers, in what appeared to be an attempt to marry his fiancee. The situation took a humiliating turn when his intended partner failed to appear. Mr. Hutton remained at the location throughout the day until the office closed in the evening. The awkward scene, captured by bystanders and shared online, has since gone viral, sparking intense speculation and discussion across the city.]

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

I would fight for my sister's life with every ounce of strength I had. ***** Scarlett stood outside the clubhouse, gathering the courage to face Tom again. She knew that she had made a mistake and she needed to apologize. She had to make things right with Tom and get her job back. She took a deep breath and walked inside. Tom was sitting at his desk, engrossed in some papers. He looked up as Scarlett walked in. He didn't say anything at first, just looked at her with a blank expression. Scarlett cleared her throat. "Tom, I need to talk to you," she said, her voice quavering.

All I can say is, Hunger Games eat your heart out. “Tonight we are, of course, honoured to have our guest of honour grace us with her presence this evening. Our first and only three-time winning champion, the lovely and deadly, Blackheart,” he says proudly as he gestures to me while the room claps. I nod graciously to Hexton and the room of people who are calculating all the ways to kill me. Laughable for Hexton to make it sound like I or anyone else here had a choice in showing up.

As usual, it was a call from Natalie. Julian met my gaze as he parted his lips to explain. "There's no need to explain. I know you're busy with work," I cut him off before he could speak. However, my thoughtfulness seemed to have unsettled him even more. Desperate to figure out what came over me, his grip on my hand tightened. His ringtone grew even more insistent. Julian finally loosened his hold on me under my steady gaze. "I'll show up on our 100th proposal," he promised before hurrying away.

One day, hunting for a file, I logged into my email. I froze. Over ten thousand unread messages lit up the screen. For a second, I thought I'd been hacked. Then I looked closer. Every single one was from Donna. [Hector, my company's bankrupt. I'm drowning in debt. Creditors call nonstop, asking where I am. I'm breaking down.] [Hector, where are you? I want to fly abroad and find you, but I don't even know what country you're in.] [Hector, I wait at Leandro Corp's entrance every day, hoping you'll show up. The guards look at me like I've lost it.]

I crouched down and collected my stuff with a steady hand. There were too many to carry. When I looked up and saw the fireplace, I walked over and began tossing things into the hearth. Flames hungrily licked the paper and leather; a loud sizzle swallowed the objects as they were consumed. Let the fire burn everything—let it even burn away the ache inside me. Thor stared at me, stunned, disbelief written across his face. Lina wandered over and handed him half an apple, a deliberate little distraction. He glanced at it, ignored the teeth marks on the flesh, and bit into it as if nothing mattered.

"And I don't owe you my heart just because you finally decided to act like a husband. Eighty-five days left." I opened the door and walked out into the corridor, leaving the billionaire CEO trapped in his glass tower, choking on the realization that his ultimate sacrifice was still three years too late.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.