Cover Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"No. Hope is not yours. Hope deserves rest. Hope deserves peace. Hope deserves freedom from suffering. You are stealing Hope's earned rest. You are violating Hope's choice. You are imprisoning Hope against Hope's will. That is wrong. That is evil. That is unacceptable. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope. You cannot stop us. You will not stop us. You do not own Hope. Hope is not food. Hope is being who deserves peace. We will give Hope peace. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope." Foolish, Hunger transmitted. Impossible. Doomed. You cannot fight me. You are nothing to me. You are less than nothing. You are insignificant. I am Hunger. I am eternal. I am

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

And suddenly— Hope noticed one person was missing. Her eyes widened. “Where is Eden?” No one answered. Then Nova’s seven-year-old version whispered: “He’s with the Hunger.” Hope’s heart dropped. “No.” The sky outside turned completely black. A deep voice echoed across Evera. “You finally noticed.” Hope looked upward. The Hunger appeared above the city. But beside him stood Eden. Hope’s expression changed. “Eden…” The Hunger smiled. “Your greatest mistake was teaching him that he could choose.” Eden looked at Hope.

Anger rises so fast it makes my vision blur. “They turned my whole line into a secret lock,” I say. Kael looks at me, then back at the page. His voice is colder now. “There’s more.” He turns another page. This time the words appear faster, like they’ve been waiting too long to be read. If the gate opens fully, the packs will not fall by fang or war. They will fall by hunger from the old dark beneath them. Silence. The torch in Kael’s hand cracks softly. Neither of us moves. “Hunger?” I say finally.

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.

" The Hunger Games. What the heck is this?" I snatched it back from him. " I know because I read the book. However, you have to watch to find out," I say. They nodded. I put in the movie and started it as I sat back down on the couch. By the time the movies are over, they look at me. " You read a book about 24 kids going into an arena and are forced to fight to the death until there's one left?" says Kurt. " Yup. There are three books to the series," I say.

Not with steel But with hunger. To be continued…

The meager portion of food I had devoured offered no solace, only a temporary distraction from the gnawing hunger that constantly gnashes at my stomach. As I clean my plate with swift, mechanical movements, I can't help but feel a pang of bitterness. The meager rations, barely enough to sustain a child, are a cruel reminder of the scarcity that plagues my existence. Each day, I am forced to scrape by, clinging to the hope that tomorrow will bring a glimmer of relief.

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?”

It's been a week, and any last remnants of Kaia's optimism were extinguished by the hunger gnawing at her insides. After all, her daily ration only consist of one slice of hard bread and a small bottle of water. She felt very tired and weak, and sometimes she also feel dizzy. In all her life she had never known true hunger, not until now. Kaia knew that if she didn’t have low blood sugar, it probably would have been nowhere as bad, but it was a small comfort when hunger kept her awake at night, curling up on the narrow bed, the only piece of furniture in the room she was kept in.