Chaff Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He retrieved a box of food from System Space, opened it, and started helping himself to its foods and drinks. After the Apocalyptic Legion and the male and female zombies had left, Cherry let out a breath of relief. She stared at Lucas, who was eating bread. There was an astonished look on her face; she could not imagine just how terrifying Lucas was. "Gulp!" All of a sudden, Cherry's stomach growled in a loud pitch. Cherry was stunned, and she quickly sneaked a peek at Lucas. She hoped that he had not heard the growl. Unfortunately, Lucas’ hearing ability was outstanding. Needless to say, he raised his head and looked at Cherry.

You slut! It hurts. I can taste rust on my tongue but that doesn't deter the fight inside me. I feel the prick on my neck. It stings. Inside my head, I am screaming and crying. This is it. No one told me that this is how I was going to die. Hopeless, I fight to regain balance before the hold on my sides are gone and I fall to the ground. Through hooded vision, I see my savior. He is wearing dark pants. He is beating the shit out of the kidnappers but I can't focus for long.

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The challenges and complexities that lay ahead were met with unwavering resolve, his determination mirrored in the glowing display before him. Minutes passed, but Merrick remained steadfast, fully engrossed in his mission. The laptop continued to be his trusted companion, faithfully aiding him in organizing thoughts, refining strategies, and paving the way for future triumphs. With each task completed, Merrick felt a sense of accomplishment, a step closer to his ultimate goals. The laptop, now a vessel of progress, served as a conduit for his aspirations, bridging the gap between imagination and achievement. **** Feeling a pang of hunger, Chloe, still confined to her hospital room, decided t

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She attempted to run back upstairs and call for help but just upon doing so something leaped out of the shadows and attacked her; wrapping a thin wire around her neck and pulling it back hard. Molly dropped the bat and struggled to get free but the wire was too thin to get a hold of. Her veins began to bulge, her breath shortened and her eyes reddened as the thing behind her, in all black, muscular and seven feet tall, continued to strangle her, tighter and tighter. Upstairs by the bedside, her phone started ringing. Richard had arrived home and was calling her let her know but there was no answer. On she struggled as the thing, known as The Chasen, continued to strangle her; her eyes blood

Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert. District 13 was a different beast entirely. Towering, dilapidated buildings cast long shadows, and the air hung heavy with the stench of garbage and decay. Stray dogs scavenged through piles of refuse, their mournful howls echoing in the deserted streets. Anya's stomach growled, the reminder of her hunger a constant companion.

Dante's POV I wasn’t hungry. That was the first thing I told myself when Chelsea walked in with that tray like she was carrying peace offerings into a war zone. The smell hit me before I even looked at her , it was spiced rice and something grilled. My stomach tightened, traitorous as ever, but I ignored it. “I’m not hungry,” I said flatly. Chelsea didn’t move. She stood there, holding the tray like it weighed more than it should, her eyes fixed on me as if she could will me into changing my mind. When I didn’t, she sighed and walked closer, setting it down carefully on the table beside me.

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My chest ached there. Every day is hard for me. After Daddy got released, I tried to got a part time. Even if you earn little. But I don't want him to think I'm still there. I don't want to give him an ideas that I need a money to survive like I used to before. And even more so I don't want Daddy to plan to sell our land in Villa Sierra. I sighed and as I forced myself to listen. I was on my third year in college then. And the finals are almost over.