73rd Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Okay, so I made a mistake uploading a very short chaoter for you guys. So I decided to give the whole complete Chapter 37 for free! Hope yall enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it ;) Hunter is really... something else. ~~~ HUNTER This girl doesn’t plan on giving me a fucking break now, does she?

"I win." I try to escape his grasp but his embrace only tightens. "You…you cheater. Let me go." I writhe. He chuckles, and the sound makes deep vibrations on his chest, tickling me. "How does it feel now? Your little game didn't go as planned sweetheart?" I squirm and can't help but laugh. "Ugh, Liam." I groan and finally surrender. "Say it, say you give up." "Never." This is it, our stubbornness at a crossroads.

Uneasy, she quickened her steps, eager to reach the elevator. As the dim lights flickered overhead, the silence of the place felt oppressive. Then, a sudden, sharp sound of footsteps echoed behind her. Before she could react, a cloth—soaked in a pungent-smelling chemical—was pressed to her face. She struggled to breathe, panic rising in her chest, before her world finally went dark. As Jessica was recalling all this, the black cloth over her eyes was ripped away. She never expected the first person she saw after waking up to be Cameron. It looked like they were in an abandoned parking lot.

I sat down in an aisle seat on the last row, hoping that when my name wasn’t called, I could escape quickly, before he could catch me again. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed as he moved to the podium. He scanned the room and his eyes lingered on me. My body heated and once again I was thinking about being under him as he fucked me silly. Damnit. I needed to focus. His younger brother moved towards him with the box of names in it. I glanced around the room at the 50 or so people gathered there. Our town’s population had dwindled to close to 300 people. Between the elderly, disabled, and children there were only those in the room capable of hunting for food. The children gathered fru

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.

she considered it unwarrior-like. "Can I steal the lady for some minutes?" Sophia said to the dark young man who was trying to woo Adina. who obviously couldn't read the expression on Adina's face, she was not interested. "You came," Adina said seconds after the young man focused his attention on the redhead who stood behind Adina. "I had to. I couldn't bare to live you hanging, also yulu told me what the hunger game is all about. They would be biting and clawing but not at us." She chuckled.

We stared at them for a while before sighing. " And that's how you deal with bitches...." Ariana muttered victoriously. " By giving them a taste of their own medicine." I glanced at her and smiled. She did too. " Pound it." We said together as we made a fist bump. Game over.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."