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?"

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.

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”.

"And it’s the Gate to the First Alpha’s First Kill." I looked at the Eleven Sovereigns, then at my own scarred hands, which were now glowing with the golden light of the harvest. "Let the feast begin," I said. I took a handful of the iron-wheat from the field and threw it into the copper sky, watching as it ignited the path to the next gate with the Un-Hungry Glory of the Sovereigns. Darlene watched the grain rise, each seed a promise that the East would never again bow for bread, and as the 104th chapter closed, she knew the only thing left to consume was the Loom itself.

And Bima, his leg still aching, his body weak, and the 'Eternal Bachelor' status still haunting him, had to face a true Final BOSS in the middle of this total darkness. He had to find a way not only to survive but to defeat the Alpha Mutant, Kevin, and the Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS, in a battle that would turn the Bachelor Survivalist into a Legend of Global Nutrition Savior or end him as protein powder reviewed with a one-star rating, and he had to do it now. With the only weapon he had: an undying spirit against skinniness and his never-ending love for Indomie, ready to pulling out his brand new Indomie Super Nutripower, ready to slap the face of the apocalypse with unparalleled flavor and

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”