Characters In The Hunger Games Book 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hayden thought. END OF BOOK 1

The sun was scorching. The ground was hot. My back was hurting badly. With my body drenched in sweat, I tried rounding up my third set of sit-ups. It was my last set. To my surprise, I had underestimated the difficulty of the exercise. Canary had suggested I do sit-ups alongside Sophia and the tall, beautiful, lady I'd seen with them earlier. Her name was Katniss. She was my biggest cheerleader as I attempted to do my third set of sit-ups. With each sit-up, my back throbbed with an agonizing pain, yet I persisted.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Slamming the doors to my heart shut, I forced a smile on my lips. Alpha Eugene narrowed his eyes at Maverick, but the broad shouldered Gamma kept his gaze calm. Neutral. As if nothing could trip him up. Eugene's Beta leaned in to Whisper something within the Alpha's ear. A nod from Eugene and his gaze settled on Ciaran again. Ciaran was the image of male perfection. Arrogant, powerful and utterly intimidating. It was why we had chosen him as our Alpha so many years ago.

This was adult stuff, not teenagers problems. Alexander watched me, not saying anything for a few moments “Maybe it is adult problems, but we do not live like humans, we are taught to fight and defend ourselves from an early age. Now, are we going to figure out who Kayla’s sibling is?” “It’s not something I want to think about” I was too busy thinking about how easily Charlie murdered Harrison “Brother, you are supposed to be our Alpha” I looked back at him, how could I tell him that I never wanted this, I never wanted to be a leader.

“For the last time, Lady June the Divine Humane, you are basically surrounded and I know there’s an ambush waiting somewhere so if you can’t call them out right now things will be ugly for you girls.” “Alright, you win.” She said as she removed her hands from the Ladies’ belly, “you got me, I will do as you told,” she lifted one arm then snapped her fingers together. Suddenly a boy with gorgeous hairdo and the whitest teeth that flickers was seen on the roof then the boy landed in-between the Ladies and the Male Aurorae. “From the Royal family, here is the main character of the story!” He chanted tossing his gorgeous hairdo around.

Life at the Orphanage was not as good as Aiden had imagined and hoped. At 7 p.m as instructed, he went for dinner at the dining hall. He saw many kids lining at the food counter. The other kids looked at him and started murmuring among themselves. Aiden was already very shy and he felt more awkward now. He joined the queue at the food counter and tried to talk to the boy who was standing at the end of the queue, but the boy just ignored him. Aiden was embarrassed. He just quietly stood in the queue and took the plates as the other kids.

the woman said, waving her hand. However, instead of smiling back, Little Prince's brows furrowed even deeper. With pursed lips, he turned to Mia, as if asking for help. "Relax, Cayden. This auntie is a good person. She won't hurt you," Mia explained with a small nod. Unfortunately, the baby still wore a sullen look. He looked at the stranger with a bent expression. “So, your name is Cayden? My name is Katniss,” the model said with a sweet smile.

The First Heir lunged violently. Silver power exploded from her body. “STOP TALKING!” The Hunger blocked the attack effortlessly. Darkness swallowed the silver light whole. My breath caught. Impossible. Flash The First Heir kneeling alone in darkness. Starving. Crying. Broken. Then the Hunger whispering softly: “Let me carry the pain.” Silver light dimming. Silence. Present I froze. No. The Hunger looked at me carefully. “She understands.” The First Heir looked horrified. “Don’t listen to it!”

Mira grunted and returned to her book. The boy ate, shy at first, then with wild, jaw-aching hunger. He was the first of many. By the next week, two siblings turned up—a girl and a brother, eyes ringed with fear and dirt. Then a mother and son, then another, and another, until the house hummed with a polyphony of survivors, each with their own shape, their own way of being broken.