Chapter 10 Summary Hunger Games Novels & Stories

HIGH SCHOOL REVENGE BY HEARTCODE CHAPTER 17: THE GAME 10:30 found the final year students of RPHS in the sports arena, Tiana had ceased to be amazed by what the school contained anymore. She knew that this school was full of surprises, like come on a detention suite, pools, a sport arena… she knew that the school was really a school for elites. It is a fucking miracle she got admitted, so wait…. the SUMPREME ONES did it. She doesn’t know how, but she doesn’t care.

“I love you, Tyler...” “How about a group hug!!“ Hugo yelled. Everyone hugged each other. Hugo is the one who kidnaps Kyra, which she discovers. Everyone burst out laughing. Even though the world is not yet at peace because of demons, people may be certain that someone will fight them. And that group is the Teen Hunters. THE END.....

The other end picked up and I said I need a donor now. My office was only a few blocks away and it took all my willpower to make it there and not suck the life out of some random person on the street. When I made it to my office my donor was waiting for me and I didn’t hesitate and took her in my arms and sunk my teeth right into her flesh, trying to stop the hunger that was taking over inside of me. I drank until I felt the body in my arms losing conscience and knew I had to stop or I was going to kill her but the hunger inside of me wasn’t even remotely satisfied. I pulled away and laid the body onto the floor and made another call for another and a cleanup crew.

"She'll have to accept the new reality sooner or later." I had no idea how long the apocalypse would last. Besides, the casualty rate of children was extremely high during the apocalypse. I would never stop Joyce from finding out how cruel this world had become. Once Joyce finally calmed down, Emmett and I began checking the doors and windows. Then, we started counting the supplies we had. When we heard the sounds of a car screeching to a halt outside the villa, Emmett quickly grabbed a rifle and moved to stand behind a window. I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously.

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

ATHENA'S POV I had walked all the way to the orphanage . My feet wear aching ,I was exhausted and dehydrated. When I arrived infront of the orphanage, what was left of my heart shattered . I thought I was gratis but I was totally wrong. I took a deep breath and clutched my only things I held the ones I love on to my chest and walked in since it was already open . I made my way straight to the head mistress's office. The children were giving me looks that made feel even more depressed. They were judging me without being verbal.

Chapter 14: The Silver Book Hannah: A WEEK LATER It had been a week since my initiation into the Crows Hill pack, and I had yet to be assigned any chores or duties. It was kind of weird not having anything to do since all my life, all I ever did was work. So, I spent my days roaming the lands, helping out when and where I could. One day, I stumbled upon the pack’s library. It quickly became my sanctuary, it was one of a kind.

A joy and happiness that comes from watching your prey suffer. “ Don't you get it, Love? You can't run. There's no escape. It's just you against me. You are stuck with me. UNDERSTAND THAT SHEILA!.” “You are mine. You don't have a life outside this territory . Your life is here _ with me in this pack and there's nothing you can do to help your situation.” “ Who claims to hate my kind yet you don't want me to go?. Let me go because if you don't, I won't stop trying to escape." I swore with my eyes bloodshot from tears and hate.

“Romance novels wish they were this interesting. Or that the protagonists got to eat so much cheese.” Carolina watched the light filtering down through the fractured dome, how it threw squares across Xander’s knuckles, Lyra’s limping smile, the sulfur-bright gloss on the battered playing cards. For a moment, everything else receded. The hunger and the running and the trenches of old grief; all of it shrank, replaced—not by hope, exactly, but by a stubborn obligation to keep living, and to keep these people living, too.

"You know the rules. No one touches the other tributes before the King does." The words fell from Skye's lips like a curse, and in the sudden hush I felt the truck grow ten degrees colder. The dark-haired girl shot back to her seat, eyes glinting with malice. Skye just tilted her head, a cold little smirk playing around the corners of her mouth.