1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I hesitate, then slowly push the dresser aside and unlock the door. Quentin slips inside carrying a tray of food. His face is drawn, worried. "You need to eat," he says, setting the tray on the small table. "You haven't had anything since yesterday." "I'm not hungry." "I don't care." He sits down across from me. "Eat anyway. You're no good to Kael if you collapse from starvation." I know he's right, but the thought of food makes my stomach turn. "What's happening out there?" I ask instead. "What are people saying?"

Or was it just to ensure I didn't die before the Alpha was finished with me? "Eat," he repeated, softer this time, but with an edge of iron. "You’re skin and bone, and you won’t survive a second day at the Academy if you’re fainting in the halls." I picked up a piece of bread, my hands trembling so much it nearly fell. I took a small, hesitant bite. It tasted like nothing, but the fact that it didn't burn my throat felt great. For a long moment, the only sound was the ticking of the grandfather clock. Then, Quinn leaned back, his gaze dropping to the table before returning to my face.

QUINN'S POV I slowly came to the realization that my stomach was growling with an intense hunger that felt like it had been days since I last ate. I tried to shift positions, but my movements were restricted, leaving me feeling frustrated and disoriented. At first, I thought I was still dreaming, but as I struggled to open my eyes, that's when I realized that something was off. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift my eyelids, and the darkness surrounding me was beginning to suffocate me.

But when they heard my footsteps; they stopped talking as everyone stare at me with mixed emotions some gave me a look of pity, while some obviously show their concern. I pretended to be okay. As I gave a fake light smile and sat on the chair close to Ma'am Bella. "How you Darling?" Ma'am Bella asked me with concern "Am fine!" I replied simply and uncovered my plate. Toasted bread and scrambled eggs with orange juice. If it was for a normal day, my mouth could have been watery already just at the sight of this food. But here was I, with no appetite at all.

Deep down, I can feel the bond getting stronger The urge to mark is there but I want to respect my mate's decision. She is human and I don't want to scare her. That is why I have waited this long. She slowly reached me. It was the first time she has touched him The moment her fingers brushed his hand, something shifted inside me “ it is time for dinner and i was about to call you” she nodded her and went to dinning table to eat was just calm. “ I want to end this” A flicker of pain would been seen in my face

An added danger, an uncertainty, for it was officially the start of the third trial of the Alpha Games. A buzz carried over her skin as she got to her feet and peered around. The scenery was much the same no matter where she looked, but there was one small difference to her left. Michael was sat on a tree stump, his eyes on her as she surveyed the surroundings. Before she could say anything to him her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before and was quick to dig into her supplies and grab two cans of beans. When she handed one to him, he hesitated and brushed the remaining smudge of mud from her cheek, a small smile on his lips. Maddie blinked. There was still sleep still

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

Rent was one of the major headaches of living in the capital city but he was well paid so he could afford it. Muhammad now had an idea about who he was dealing with because he now knew that he was no match for The First One when it came down to physique, speed or killer instincts. The only chance he might have against The First One is his psychological abilities and that was what he was going to use to take down the psycho. He needed to find a way to stay alive if he was going to end up being the last man standing in their inevitable showdown. There was a car parked outside his house with members of the Tactical Assault Team (TAT) of the SSS keeping watch over him but he was still not taking

As she heard me, her eyes widen, as she raises her eyebrows, her pupils shrink, while she froze on the chair for a few seconds, not answering my question like as if she grew deaf all of a sudden, but soon, she recovers from her sudden shock, “Yeah. I… I’m okay” she replies to me but hesitates a little, her already weak voice became weaker as she darted her eyes from my gaze. “Baby, you should eat now, so you won’t be late for school”, she says immediately, attempting to change the topic. “you’re making it so obvious mom,” I thought. Then a let out a shallow breath told her “I’m not really hungry”.

“I need to eat.” “Always,” Zane rolls his eyes. “Let get you to the lunchroom before you die. Join us?” “Sure,” Quinn answers, grabbing our lunches from her locker. Quinn cooks for everyone on the King’s floor. Yoel has become very popular among the sophomores for his yummy lunches. “What is that?” Luna asks, smelling the pack. “Oh, it’s shepherd's pie with garden greens and spiced apples,” Quinn tells her. “We have extra.” “Not enough for her,” Zane warns.