Chapter 3 The Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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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Liora watched her family’s world crumble in a single moment. And she realized, with a cold thrill... This was only the beginning. END OF CHAPTER 3...

He was glad. End of Chapter Three Hundred

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She had once lived on the streets, with no money for food, her stomach growling as she gazed longingly at the bakery. She had even been a beggar and narrowly escaped being taken by traffickers, thanks to her quick thinking. For a long time, she avoided places with few people, especially dark, shadowy areas. Every time she found herself in such a place, a shiver ran through her. She vowed to work hard and live a good life, never to be homeless again. Damien remained silent, not saying a word. There were many things that weren't as they seemed, but he neither explained nor argued.

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But then—screams split the air. I turned my head toward the commotion. Rogues. A group of warriors with cruel eyes stormed into the village, tearing down huts, dragging women by their hair, kicking men to the ground. The villagers were no match. I froze. It wasn’t my fight. I didn’t belong here. My body was weak. But as I watched a child scream while her mother was punched, something inside me snapped. No. I couldn’t just stand there. I ran towards them.