Chaff Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He looked at me and ordered, “Eat more.” “I am not that much hungry.” I had been but now all my senses were focused on him. “You need to eat more, lisichka. How will I hunt you next time if you fainted in the middle of the chase.” ____ A. Gupta Have you checked out CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE!! It's completed and you will love Antonio and Erica <3

I have a lot of things I want to know, but now the situation certainly can not ask directly, in case In case he gets a little upset and chokes me again, this thing he does not kill me but he tortured ! In the kitchen my father had already prepared the tributes, and all I had to do was stack the food neatly in a basket, while I muttered and reluctantly stacked all the tributes. The huge wolf came out from some corner, and its eyes like gold stared straight at me, and when it saw me yard the last piece of meat, opened its big mouth and took the basket away from the back door and left our sight. Meanwhile, I heard a bunch of bad news at breakfast time, Mrs. Chiqta was attacked by wild animals

Madeline's PoV I stuffed a handful of chips into my mouth, staring at the wide TV screen. It was slothful behavior. I knew that. Before now, I couldn't recall the last time I had wolfed down a bag of chips like a damned slob. But desperate times called for desperate measures. And frankly I wasn't sure I cared much. I was too tired and too hungry to care. Who the hell was I to care when the world was against me?

Hunter “The invites for the gathering have been sent, are you sure you want to send the over-eighteens and not wait until they're twenty-one like normal?” Connor is speaking but I barely hear him. I’m leaning back in my chair and looking at the wall as I remember Fyathe sitting on the bed outright refusing to eat. I need to find a way for her to eat without contributing to her belief that she’s only worth leftovers.

“Still alive?” I leaned against the hallway wall outside the ballroom and let out a quiet laugh. “Barely. My mother is actively trying to auction me off.” “Should I come rescue you?” “Please. Bring a ladder.” “Is it that bad?” “Charity gala. Wealthy donors. Everyone staring at me like I’m a project.” “Ah,” Noah said. “The Hunger Games, but with champagne.” “Exactly.” He chuckled. “Are they interrogating you about me again?”

Scarlett sat slumped on the filthy straw pallet, back against the cold stone wall, knees drawn to her chest, silver hair matted and tangled from days without care. Exhaustion had settled into her bones like damp rot, weighing on her like chains heavier than the iron cuffs around her wrists. Hunger was a constant, twisting ache in her stomach, coming in relentless waves—sharp enough to keep her awake, dull enough to make every movement feel impossible, twisting, familiar now after a day and a half of almost nothing, and already her body felt foreign, weak, hollow.

He sends me a picture of the poor girl Trevor wants. I hum under my breath. “Well, you look familiar,” I mutter at my phone. I didn’t know Ransom had a little sister. This just keeps getting better. It’s just one more person I can use to destroy C.H.A.O.S.

My body is so used to only going to bed at like three in the morning and wake up at seven that I know it’ll take forever to actually fall asleep. “I can get you a book or something to keep you busy?” he suggests and my face immediately lights up. He sees it and with a chuckle, he gets off of the bed. He leaves the room and a few moments’ later returns with an old battered copy of what looks like The Hunger Games. Fitting, both characters stuck in a place and being able to climb trees. “Hope it’s alright” Chase said, “Got it from Chevy. She’s obsessed” “It’s perfect, thank you” I said, putting the book down next to me. Chase leaves after telling me once more to not run away and then I’m left

AZEL WHITMORE POV "Would your inner wolves like some steamed chive and egg dumplings for breakfast?" Nyra asks, turning his head toward Darius and Ezekiel with a super sweet, fake smile. "Our ration bags are completely out of fresh game meat, so we only have wild eggs and green chives left in the camp." "Of course! My wolf absolutely loves chive dumplings," Darius answers eagerly, puffing out his chest. "Sounds great to me," Ezekiel nods, his eyes cutting away from my breakfast table.

I wait until I hear a door shut somewhere above my head, and Felicity appears on the stairs, her owl-like eyes shining in the darkness as she tucks her leather healing satchel under arm, throwing me an impatient look. “There’s a single bowl of soup left, if you’re hungry, which I know you are. It’s just cabbage. We have nothing else.” “There will be another hunt soon, I assure you.” I pull my weapons’ belt through the loops and hang it on a hook near the door. She looks behind me and walks down the last steps. “Chastan has gone to help with the pyres–” “How many dead?” she interrupts with heartbreaking quiet. I step deeper into the house, walking past her to the kitchen, where there is indee