Novel & Cerita Author Hunger Games

of course, entented with the information. "In a country at war with its own population? Yes, it's real. "Hunter gets inexpressive, facing the flames. "I can't find a way to explain this to you in a pleasant way. It's disgusting. Cruel. A game with human puppets. As money enters, children who grow up earn what is necessary not to starve, and sink more and deeper into unimaginable obligations. This is how the world works behind the luxurious buildings you know, girl.”

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

I was bored to death, hungry, and alone. I had microwaved some dishes in the refrigerator and sat in the living room, scouring through N*****x for a good series to watch. I had eventually settled for 'Game of Thrones'. It was engaging and extremely interesting to watch. The crazy plot twists, the unraveling of secrets, the characters, and the suspense, all made the series a worthy watch. I was so invested in the series, that I did not hear Adrian step into the kitchen. I jumped in surprise when a loud crash interrupted my focus in the movie. I dashed into the kitchen to find Adrian on his knees, picking up broken pieces of glass with his bare fingers.

“Oh, but she is.” And then his blackened gaze slid to Lena. The moment their eyes met, everything changed. Something inside her snapped. Heat coiled in her stomach, sharp and unbearable, searing through her veins. Her breath hitched, her vision blurring. The hunger—the need—it was too much. A violent, clawing ache tore through her body, like she was being pulled apart from the inside out. She knew him. But she shouldn’t. Lena staggered back, her chest tightening, her body betraying her. No. No, this isn’t real. This isn’t—

“But don’t worry. I like liars. They make the game more interesting.” Her pulse hammered, every nerve betraying her training. She told herself it was strategy, that playing along was safer than pushing back. But the truth was more dangerous. She noticed him, noticed the strength of his palm, the way his thigh brushed hers, the subtle command in his movements. She hated that her body responded. She hated it even more when his head dipped lower, his breath feathering across her neck.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

I could still feel it in the air from earlier, faint but persistent, like it had soaked into the walls of the academy itself. Jayden Fisher Hale. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. I did not want answers from books or councils or ancient prophecies whispered by men who had forgotten what real hunger felt like. I did not want diluted samples or guarded explanations meant to keep power balanced and people comfortable. I wanted a taste. Just one.

The matter in the borders is far more serious than Morrigan could have imagined. The stench of decaying bodies that were not properly buried, ravens flocking on the pile of dead bodies at one side. The land is so dry, once the wind blows it turns into ashes. The carcass and cadavers served as the food of ravens while the people who barely survived the famine were dying in hunger, craving for a single drop of water to quench their thirsts, the children were stricken with malnutrition, their parents barely eating till their bones were sticking on their skins.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth