68th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Your life is accelerating more than you expected.” Genevieve studied her reflection in the marble counter. There were faint shadows beneath her eyes, a tension in her jaw she hadn’t noticed before. Acceleration was probably the word for it. “I met his daughter yesterday,” Genevieve said quietly. Delilah’s fingers stilled for a fraction of a second. It was subtle. Almost possible to miss. But Genevieve caught it. “Olandria,” Delilah said. “Yes. I saw the security logs.”

“Clean yourself up and leave. This is not time to entertain your Alpha.” Hornet scowled but didn’t argue. " Join the meeting. Use Gamma Celeriac as much as you can. He will eventually be ready to give his daughter to us. Nobody can reject the greed of powers. He certainly won't!" She smirked, watching Eva leaving. Even Jonathan looked tempted by Eva's beauty. As Eva stepped back and clothed herself with a swift move, her fingers brushed against the hidden blade strapped to her thigh. "Someday!" she thought.

According to him, she stole his fame and so he pushed her off a cliff. He further said he felt happy and relieved when she died even though it made everyone hate him. And throughout high school, he developed this saw hatred for Courtney. Chris continued by saying he was as going to have Courtney locked up in a place where no one would find her. He planned to rape and torture her until she died. He added that he didn’t plan to carry out this alone reason he called two other people to join him. “I want you to feel so much pain, shame and agony Courtney. Yes, that’s how much I hate you” he said to her.

A few names are selected and placed in the center, but as Lazarus reads them out, one name shows up over and over again: Liliana Adare—the Legacy who isn’t a Legacy. “I think we have our choice,” I hold up Liliana’s name. “Shall we have one final vote?” Everyone closes their eyes and places their hands in the air. Thumbs up is yes, thumbs down is no. The final vote is unanimous. “It is decided. Liliana Adare will be our official target for this year’s game.”

Hector shouted and no one followed after, so he got the pill. After an hour and a half, the Invisible Sprint Pill is auctioned off with a total of 855,000,000 gold coins. The six birds followed what Soheila said. They all got 6 Invisible Sprint Pill each. "Whooooo! That's a lot of money!" Soheila said with a smile. "Yeah, you should buy the food for us later," Sirene said. Soheila instantly shook her head. "No, I'm too poor. I'm afraid that you guys won't eat satisfactorily."

"Are you saying that Langston can't handle him?" Reed looked at me sternly, "I trust my buddy, but that shit over there's using steroids!" I gulped deeper. Shit. "THE GAME WILL START IN 5, 4," The announcer announced while chewing his chewing gum. How rude... "3, 2, 1! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" Then the loud siren came from the huge speakers. What is this, The Hunger Games? I gulped and silently prayed, dear lord, I don't want him to be disabled! I mean, who would take me home?

With Luca on the run, his mafia family fell apart. Later on, a turf war broke out in South City. While trying to escape, Rita had both her legs blown off in an explosion and died in a pool of blood. As for Luca, he ended up trapped beneath the rubble of a bombed-out wall after the conflict. He survived under there for over ten days before finally starving to death. By the time they located his body, he was found chewing on his own fingers just to stave off the hunger. “They both got exactly what they deserved,” the former consigliere remarked. “Karma finally caught up to them.”

Where was he when Gianna sent a video to rub my face in it? Now, it was all too late. With the tap of my finger, I blocked his number on every platform. I then texted my parents to let them know I’d arrived safely before putting on my heavy polar expedition gear. One of the veterans at the base handed me a thick stack of data logs. “Naomi, have a good rest tonight. The real work begins tomorrow.” I took the log with a relieved smile. That night, I sat alone by the window of the observatory.

"Why Isabella?" Callum leaned forward. "What draws you to Chloe?" Isabella's gaze swept over her ancient clansmen. A thousand years of immortality had left them desperate for entertainment, and The Games, well, perhaps second only to the annual Bloodlust Gala, provided rare excitement. "There's something in her eyes," she replied. "A warrior's spirit." Callum smirked. "She won't survive the first round." All eyes turned to the massive screen displaying the contestants.

Fuck me sideways – I didn't check my six. Struggling against the vice-like grip, I drive my elbow into my attacker's ribs, aiming for the kidneys. Instead of loosening his hold, the bastard only tightens it, making spots dance before my eyes like a fucked-up disco ball. I grind my heel into his foot, feeling bones crunch, and slam the back of my head into his face. The sickening crunch of cartilage is music to my ears. Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels.