Chaff Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Joanne stuttered. "Fucking hell. Out with it already." Charles said impatiently. "I'm sorry. I - What I meant to ask was - I will be working under you? Like directly?" Joanne managed. She chastised herself for being polite. This guy was obviously up to no good. Charles leaned in so close she could smell his perfume. It smelled like a clear sky. "Do you know how to work a spreadsheet processor?" he asked with a slow breath. "I - I took an online course for Excel two years ago." Joanne responded meekly.

So I really have to make the sacrifice of starving myself for now, but later, I would have to get something to eat. I thought as I shut my eyes, and tried to sleep off. Though I know trying to sleep with that hunger I was feeling wasn't going to be easy, but I really have to do it, because that was my only means for leaving here. HUNTER TORRES POV I was sitting in the dining room with my food in front of me which I was eating slowly, when the cook walked back into the dining room without my mate. I quickly stopped eating and turned over to the cook.

Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go. “Kyle- Kyle!” Katniss’ voice shoots through as she barges open the door, which does not happen. She is usually quiet. Once her eyes meet mine, I can immediately see the panic in them. She is holding a fire torch in one hand and is wearing a black cloak — there is another one in her which she throws over to me. “We need to leave now. They are onto us.” I stand up immediately, leaving behind the bread I was previously eating. ‘Who?’ I sign.

eating. Not me. With memories from my last life, I hit the cafeteria every day and grabbed BBQ ribs. Consider it payback for all the tutoring. That's when I kept running into Chloe. She hauled around huge bags of food. So did I. The difference? Those three rich girls didn't even eat it. They just liked watching Chloe scramble like it was a show. Chloe looked me over, full of disgust. "What are you, their dog? Running errands every day?"

The campfire flickered and spat, its orange glow throwing dancing shadows across the walls of the ancient arena. They huddled close around the flames, eating hot canned soup from battered tin bowls. The aroma was faint—more metallic than comforting. Terry scowled at his meal, stirring it halfheartedly with a spoon. “Not chicken soup again? Why can’t we have normal food for a change?” Lizzi didn’t look up from her laptop. “Do you see a Hungry Jack’s around here?”

Honey's stomach growled with the delicious smell of the food she brought, but he refused to give in. If what she said was true and her wolf chose him as her mate, twenty-four hours without food would be her breaking point. He eventually fell asleep and dreamed about mountains of chocolate cake.

--- Penelope POV I was thirsty. Starving. My lips felt cracked and raw, and I was sure my breath stank—I hadn’t brushed for days. My limbs were trembling, my body weak, and I knew some of my wounds had opened again. The pain burned with every movement. If not for Cherry, I wouldn’t have made it this far. But even she was reaching her limit. After all, no wolf can run for hours and hours without food or water.

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

The side of my head throbbed where someone had struck me and growled at me to shut up. I thought I’d been thrown in the trunk of a car, but the sound of the slamming doors echoed through a much larger space—a van? A truck? I was laying on carpet—and there were chuckles and several low male voices murmuring around me. I was struggling to breathe around the gag and terrified that my nose would clog completely from the tears leaking down my cheeks and then I’d suffocate. Even more terrified that these men were taking me somewhere to— “Yes, Khush. I have questions about the Reaping that I’ve been meaning to ask,” Cazz drawled.

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.