1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He chuckled, probably knowing how she felt wholeheartedly, and it was then Kathrine walked back in, placing a bowl of porridge on a tray in front of her. Quinn looked at her mother’s retreating form and even watched as she served Zayd and Derrick breads and eggs and bacon. She wanted some of that too, but although she hated porridge, this one was special and somehow even more appetizing than what they were having. Her mother finally sat in her seat beside Derrick at the table, and it was then that Quinn picked up her spoon, looking down at the semi-solid food before her. She filled the silverware, cooling the food before it entered her mouth.

Quinn clenched her hands. She turned back to walk out, but she was starving, and the gossipers were still gossiping. Taking a deep breath, Quinn pushed the door wide open. On seeing Quinn, they froze on their words then bowed at her before scampering to continue their work. “Oh, seems they still have a bit of respect for me, so I will just forgive them “ Quinn mumbled “Am hungry, is dinner ready?” she asked as if she didn't hear what they have been sprouting, then rubbed her stomach.

Burney still shimmered like everyone else, and he definitely had nothing on Lillith's clarity, but it was refreshing to see someone besides Lills that looked almost firm enough to touch. I closed what should have been my eyelids and felt my surroundings shift. I opened them and found myself standing in my uncle's dining room, his apartment in the heart of Quanu. It hadn't changed since my last visit, three years ago. The deep blue carpet was still thick and soft, the trim around the pale walls edged with gold. The twelve seater dining table with its matching off white chairs still sat in the centre of the room, only this time it was adorned with a two tier platter of freshly cut melons.

Oritha was the greatest threat to the food supplies, but thankfully, the girls had a stash of instant meals in their rooms that Sasha’s family sent. The in-game army strategist considered logging out for a while to eat something before he continued the last battle. However, there was a timer for preparations. The gamer didn’t want to waste the thirty-minute preparation timer and lose focus. It was just a little more before he finished the third stage. Clearing one stage in one day was considered a huge accomplishment for Zen, who usually struggled to progress alone.

“He pushed back. Sent his own pulse.” I touch my belly. The glow dims, but warmth remains. Kieran’s panic floods the bond. SIENNA! DID YOU FEEL THAT? ALIVE? I glance at Isla, Tabitha, and Elara—my pack holding the line. “We’re alive,” I send back. But hurry. Your son just won his first battle. And he’s hungry. The pup kicks again—sharp and hard enough to knock the breath out of me. I press a hand to my stomach, feeling something move under my skin that shouldn’t be possible. Elara watches me with narrowed eyes, her fingers stained blue from that damn serum.

"Do your stuff." Slowly and carefully, Quin rose to her feet. She could feel the burning stares of Mara and Marcus in the back of her head while she went toward the bed. This particular game was new for her; she was still trying to catch all its rules of hierarchy, but pretending confidence came naturally. Quin sat down on the bed, which groaned under her weight, and positioned herself between Jade's legs. She could smell Jade's arousal, which was very strong. It had something sweet and musky in the smell, and that made Quin's mouth water.

“Or your heart. It’s charity, Elara. He wants you to feel like you owe him your life.” I kept staring at the honey-pears. My stomach twisted painfully with hunger. We had nothing left except a few dried rations Kael had carried with him. Behind me, I heard movement. The Omegas were coming out of the ruins. I saw Miri first. The young girl wrapped her arms around herself, her small shoulders shaking in the cold. Then Harl stepped out behind her. The old man’s cough had grown worse since nightfall. My pride screamed at me. Burn the wagon! Show Kairos I would rather starve in the dirt than take anything from his table!

The First Heir lunged violently. Silver power exploded from her body. “STOP TALKING!” The Hunger blocked the attack effortlessly. Darkness swallowed the silver light whole. My breath caught. Impossible. Flash The First Heir kneeling alone in darkness. Starving. Crying. Broken. Then the Hunger whispering softly: “Let me carry the pain.” Silver light dimming. Silence. Present I froze. No. The Hunger looked at me carefully. “She understands.” The First Heir looked horrified. “Don’t listen to it!”

The golden figure flickered like firelight across the chamber. Not fully solid, not exactly a ghost either, but more like memory given shape. The First Queen stood at the center of the glowing circle dressed in gold armor stained faintly with blood. She looked younger than I expected. Tired too, not ancient, not mythical, just exhausted. Silence swallowed the room whole. Kael stared openly. “…Okay, that’s unsettling.” Honestly? Agreed. The First Queen’s gaze moved slowly across the chamber before finally landing on me.

"He was real. He talked about the 'interests' that own the city. He said freedom is expensive." ​Elena stood up, pacing the small space between the cots. Her hand stayed near her blade, a habit she couldn't seem to break even in a sanctuary. "If there’s another player on the board, we’ll find them. But right now, we have a bigger problem. The Gutter is 'free,' but that means the supply chains are dead. There’s no food coming down from the High-Rise farms. The Peacekeepers who didn't defect are barricaded in the Sector 1 armory. And the people... they’re starting to realize that you can’t eat 'truth' for breakfast."