50th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

~. VELIA.~ "I bring this meeting to a close." I said leaving the council hall with my maids trailing behind. "Your Highness, today is the Grand Finale of the Hunger Games, would you like to watch it?" one of my maids asked and I nodded, handing her the documents I was holding. "Yes, so please prepare a seat for me at the projection site." She nodded, walking away with the other maids. Today had just begun and I was already exhausted, as I walked through the hallway I spotted a blonde-haired male with green streaks talking to the council members.

She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question. "Fifty five times and then what? After that I'm all gloomy? You're so ridiculous kid. Why don't you go find your momma, hmm?" "But would you? If you answer I'll go but be warned. Once the fifty fifth is taken, I don't know if you can take it all in," the kid said, gazing at her intensely. Chassy doesn't even get the kid. Thinking it's just some child's game she rolls her eyes and answered, "Yeah sure, make me smile fifty five times kid," mocking the kid.

My boyfriend proposed to me when we graduated from high school, but I made a deal with him instead of giving him an immediate answer. "We'll get married when we've collected 500 train tickets." In the first year, Marcus could hardly wait to come see me every day. Before long, our collection had grown to 280 tickets. He even laughed and said that he'd be able to take me home as his wife before graduation at the rate he was going. In the second year, we met each other halfway. Soon, the number of tickets climbed to 400. But in our third year, Marcus told me that his advisor had taken on a new project and that a junior who had just joined the research team needed him to show her the rope

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

Then Natalie arrived, and she was taking up the rapping verse before finally ending with a chorus. Everyone cheered and clapped as they bowed and hugged each other and turned around on the podium. The cake got rolled in and it had six layers and was designed like camouflage, just like the ones in the army. Natalie got down and read the note attached to it. 📃📃📃 Happy birthday to my favorite bush baby. Love Daddy. " Aww... He remembered." Ariana called. Natalie chuckled. " Of course he did... Why shouldn't he?"

•••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• In the age before men gave names to the dark, there were nine gods of war. They did not love. They did not hunger. They simply were — vast and cold and endless as the space between stars, moving through centuries like blades through silk, leaving only ruin in their wake. Kael was the seventh.

—Tracy. Beneath the caption was a video link. His hands trembled as he clicked it open. The screen filled with the image of me, painting. It was a step-by-step chronicle, from the initial pencil sketch to the meticulous finishing touches. Each stroke carried the weight of dedication and love. The version of me in the video smiled softly as I spoke to the camera. "This is my fifth-anniversary gift for my husband. Dennis Malcolm, thank you for staying by my side."

So no matter how hard I tried to win you, you never touched me. "Well, congratulations. You're free now." With that, I shut off my phone, leaned back in my seat in exhaustion, and drifted off to sleep. … Meanwhile, in Moon Goddess Church, Alaric surveyed the final decorations with a rare mix of tension and anticipation in his chest. Five years ago, he owed me a proper mating ceremony, courtesy of his mysophobia. He knew I had endured my fair share of hardship for the past five years. He'd planned to use our fifth anniversary as a chance to gather the pack and crown me as his only Luna in a grand mating ceremony everyone would remember.

Explosions boomed—charges detonating trucks, fireballs lighting fog. Pain bloomed in my shoulder—grazed. I spun, headshot. Back-to-back with Shane, we mowed them—bullets whizzing, bodies falling. Girls to van, us last. Tires screeched, docks fading. Safe house: Nuns' shelter, girls handed over with tears. Home: Wounds cleaned, whiskey poured. Shane bandaged me, lips soft on skin. "We won this round." Alejandro's call: Voicemail rage. "You'll pay."