Author Hunger Games Novels & Stories

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

Once I’m seated, we all flip our cards. There are a few groans but one by one, each of the seven announces their cards. Evie is Wrath Veronica is Envy. Lazarus is Greed. Madison is Pride. Zephyra is Sloth. Simon is Gluttony. Which leaves only one card for me. “Lust,” I announce as I hold my card up for everyone to see. It is the ace of spades. Ace, just like my nickname. I almost want to laugh at my good luck. Playing the lust card against Liliana Adare will almost be too easy.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

She threw her hands in air like a nagging lady. With a smooth move, Lara brought out her other gun— she flicked both guns with her fingers, aimed at the men in black and shot at them unforgivably. Two down, four down! Their blood sprinkled in the air as they fell dead on the floor. Quickly Lara continued her race up the stairs. “Jack do something!” She called out angrily. “I’m on it boss! There’s a tough firewall”. “Do it quickly, I can’t climb these stairs forever!” Lara began to sound out of breath, she stopped to rest a little. The building was so large and high up.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Rachael POV Hunger beat through my stomach so hard it felt like something alive was clawing at me from the inside. I grabbed my small bag with shaky fingers, the strap rough against my jaw. It had been too long since I’d eaten anything real, and every breath felt lighter than the one before, like my body was giving up little by little. If I didn’t find something soon, I knew I’d pass out. Maybe for hours. Maybe forever.

HE DOES NOT BELONG. Luca looked up, finally irritated. "Yeah." Marco laughed through the network—a nervous laugh, but a real one—because somehow Luca remained Luca, even now. The Hunger attacked again. Thousands of golden tendrils erupted from its form, each capable of destroying worlds, each moving faster than light. The battlefield exploded. Elias's fleets fired, the Architect unleashed silver stars, the Witness opened its eye, and the Void King struck with darkness. The attacks collided, and reality shattered. But the Hunger kept advancing, straight toward Luca. It was obsessed now, desperate and terrified, because Hope represented something it could never consume: a future not yet writte

“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.

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.

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