1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games Novels & Stories

they’d be sitting there all day til somebody came around. He found Elias and Chase upstairs in the game room. Chase had a pool table, several real arcade games … a black leather couch with a stupidly big tv that his Xbox and PlayStation were hooked up to. “Sup” he said when he walked in. “Well look who it is..” Elias teased. “What’s your name again?” “Ha ha mother fucker” Quinn said as they slapped hands as a “hello”. “Hungry?” Chase asked. “Fuck yeah..” Quinn answered. He was always hungry. And since he’d gotten a taste of some good food recently.. it seemed like his appetite had tripled.

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.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

Dawn had only just begun to break over New York when Sloane Quinn's eyes flew open. The alarm was still hours away, but her mind refused to drift back into the peaceful embrace of sleep. The unfamiliar bed pressed against her back with foreign weight, and her thoughts were already racing: the first day, the first training, Lennox Graves, Marcus, the tour.

Chapter 12 Third POV Elara’s body ached in ways she had never imagined possible. Each morning she awoke on the cold stone floor, her muscles stiff, her joints screaming in protest as she tried to stand. The chamber’s oppressive cold had seeped into her bones, making every movement a reminder of her slow decline. Days had blended together into a monotonous cycle of discomfort, hunger, and relentless fatigue. The meager rations Solas provided barely sustained her, leaving her weaker with each passing hour.

The mumble of moo discussions mixed with the sharp clatter of edges being honed, a steady update that savagery prowled underneath the surface of everything here. Situated close the fire, Lila constrained herself to eat, tearing little chomps from the dried meat she had earned. Starvation chewed at her, but each development sent sharp challenges through her throbbing appendages. Still, she kept her pose relentless. The rebels were observing, continuously observing, holding up for any sign of shortcoming. And among them, Jessa was the foremost tenacious. “Enjoying your triumph feast, princess?” Jessa's voice cut through the discuss, sharp with joke. She inclined against a carton adjacent, arms

I smiled at him derisively. "How long can you control yourself, boy? I know you lust for her body. I will watch you suffer as you control your cravings for her body and soul."He sneered and disappeared. I was left furious and unsure as what he said was true. I now craved for that girl and I did not know how long would I last controlling my lust... =======#####======

she shouted after me. I pretended not to hear just so she would shut the hell up. I stretched out on the lounger by the poolside, sipping a giant cup of pineapple juice while I read the first book of The Hunger Games. The house was empty and quiet since Alessia and Natalia had left to go shopping earlier.

He didn't wait for me to reply; he just shouted out, "Magdalena, I'm starving!" My housekeeper shouted out, "Come and get it!" She winked at me, meaning that I should eat too. I couldn't be bothered right now. There was only one girl on my mind, and right now she hated me. I just had to find a way to fix it. The question was how?

I cautiously crept out of the cramped space, each step deliberate to avoid making noise. Stepping into the kitchen, I was relieved to find it deserted. The absence of the Alphas made this moment feel like a small victory. I quickly rummaged through the refrigerator, my heart racing as I scanned the shelves for anything that would suffice. I grabbed a few containers—some leftover stew and a couple of sandwiches—and stuffed them into my bag while listening for any signs of approaching footsteps.