Chapter 3 The Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Leo's brother handed me a blade, asking if I wanted to finish them myself. "No, thanks." I shook my head. I was not bloodthirsty. Lucas Goldmane raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking I was going to spare them. Instead, I pulled out several poison pills and had Lucas force them down their throats. There was no point getting my hands dirty. This kind of death was more fitting for their crimes than a clean kill. After finishing this, I turned to leave, but Mother's screams echoed behind me as she regained consciousness. "Help!"

What I know is this—something that should have returned with me did not. I have looked for it. I have stopped looking. I have learned to function around the absence and accepted such fate. The hunger came with it. The blood, consistent and particular. I struggled to suppress it. It tore me apart. Xander came to me as a prisoner of war. A Beta. The lowest designation in a hierarchy that had already decided his end. Forgotten by his own people.

At the top of the high green hill lay my parents, and beside them was me. And beside me, there was a tiny grave. That was my tiny child's home. He hadn't had the chance to come to this world. Winston carefully hid in the corners the entire time, watching the others put me into my grave. After three years, I was finally able to leave this place where I experienced love and hate. Winston cried with tears all over his face. "Aryanna, I'm sorry..." I felt my soul dissipating a little bit. The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains.

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

Marta waited outside Minerva’s tent for Kendra. They were breaking camp the following morning so this was her only opportunity to get her away from camp unnoticed. The alien village was but a day away. They’d be there the following night and then the girl would be sold and the money would be in Minerva’s possession.

I fell asleep hoping and praying that maybe just maybe I would be able to find love with the man that would claim me. The next morning came faster than I had hoped and I was incredibly tired from not being able to fall asleep due to my nerves. I was excited but also a little scared not knowing what would happen to me. Today I would travel to the center of the continent where the Chosen had their headquarters. There was a large facility there that would house all of those who were part of the reaping. Over the next day I would be traveling by bus to the facility and then starting tonight I would begin my assessments. Tomorrow would also include assessments and then finally the next day at noo

Chap 50 Third person pov Hadia was standing in her room praying for the happiness of her family. She was hoping that her planning gets well. Her plan was something someone has never thought. It was something extraordinary. Yes, the game is going to have a crucial fling. ...............

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Chapter 43: The Hunger’s Edge The forest was unnaturally silent the following night, a heavy quiet that pressed against Sipho’s chest, making every breath deliberate. The Hunger within him pulsed like a living thing, restless, aware that the first trial had not broken the children, had not claimed a victory. It whispered incessantly, sharp and insistent: They resist. They are strong. Test further. Take what is yours.

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