District Eight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Caiden’s voice over the new speakers Sky grew into the walls: “Food distribution, east quarter. Medics, west quarter. If you have building experience, meet at the north gate.” A country needs logistics, not just miracles. I leave Eli with Silas. Draven and I walk the Green. People stop us. Not to bow. To touch my hand. To thank Draven for the water. A little girl gives me a dandelion. Lyana finds us near the Tree. She’s got a clipboard now. Seriously. “Mama,” she says — she still calls me that when she’s working — “we have 4,212 children under ten. We need a school.”

Maggie said and closed the door behind her. I laid on the bed, sighing. Bringing out my phone, I dialed Ariana's number. Time to call my bestie. *** (Evening time) "Dinner's ready!" Maggie called from the kitchen. "Great, cause am already starving" Jace groaned. "You ate like 30 minutes ago." I complained. "And i'm still hungry." "Whatever." "What are we having for dinner, anyway?" Greg asked, coming inside the room. "Mashed potatoes, lasagna and..."

HIGH SCHOOL REVENGE BY HEARTCODE CHAPTER 7: FOOD FIGHT *Tiana POV* Why the hell is he staring at me like that? I thought as he looked at me. Everyone turned to look like me like I was some specimen that they were dissecting. Great, just great. Now I feel naked. I took my juice box and sipped from it, and it was already empty and that was the only sound that was being made. Aidan gave me a look that I had no idea what it was, but it seemed to mean something. God having all eyes on me, was such a bad thing, I mean I haven’t killed anybody yet, I decided to stare back at him, Romeo. He started the whole stare thing and there was no way in hell that I was going to back down. Immediately I looked

Gideon swigged vodka straight from a glass bottle he’d raided from the hotel mini-bar, the burn in his throat grounding him. He kicked the balcony doors open. The New Orleans humidity clung to his skin like a wet shroud, thick with the stench of Saati Town—garbage, exhaust, and the copper tang of blood from a dozen street fights happening blocks away. Below, the Sopttyi District was a cesspool of tourists and bottom-feeders, all grinding against each other like rats in a cage.

The Nightbane franchise was drowning in stadium debt, and the Blackthorne lineage was the only force that could keep the sports council from stripping our family name. Darius’s harsh features melted into a false, booming smile that made my stomach turn. “Have you eaten since you left the high ridge, Lyra? The kitchens can prepare the fresh elk-kill before you return to the arena offices.” This was the same male who hadn't spoken my name in eight winters unless it was to curse my mother’s bloodline. His warmth was nothing but an invitation to the slaughter.

Diana After the unpleasant run-in with Beta Mason, I sprint out of the house and towards the Omega District as fast as my legs can carry me, completely forgetting to even pack myself some dinner before I leave. But I would rather go hungry than stay an extra second in that place, being nauseated by that monster … Today, when I wake, I do so with a big smile. Giggling, I jump down from my bed and stretch out with a big yawn. It is my birthday.

I had no idea people were uprising like that. “What do you mean?!” He didn’t say anything else straight away, he just flipped the volume up on the news channel and watched my face drop in shock. He was right, news footage was covering eight districts showing their whipping stage burning in split screens on the old television, and underneath a revolving bar of information was seen. It said clear as day that sixteen human districts so far had committed the arson.

I just scoff at him, deciding not to pay attention to this so-called pathetic mate of mine and my disowned sister, and enjoy the feeling of being safe in Dominic’s embrace as we continue making our way to the guest cabin. Many of my pack mates were already waiting for us, some making popcorn in the kitchen, and others in the living room going through movie options. I shake my head, smiling at the loyalty and companionship they have, before heading upstairs for a much-needed shower to wash away the tiredness from today. After towel-drying off, I slip on a pair of baggy, fluffy pyjamas and make my way down the stairs to join my pack mates. Dominic instantly pulls me into his lap the moment I w

You cannot check the cargo when the road itself has gone rogue. ​I struck the carriage-return lever with a heavy, definitive slam of my palm, the metalbell letting out a sharp ping just as the first corporate searchlight hit the back of our tailgate. The eighth chapter was framed, the distribution was un-stoppable, and the highway loop was leading us straight into the final furnace of the central district.

My heart slammed against my chest, making it hard to draw a full breath. My stomach twisted with emptiness, aching painfully. Was I just too hungry? With trembling hands, I grabbed the half-eaten chocolate and forced it into my mouth in one desperate bite. The sickly sweet taste barely calmed my racing heart, and the weight and dizziness in my head only intensified. A sharper cold than the wind before ran through me, seeping into my very bones. I wrapped the small blanket tighter around me, but any warmth it offered felt drained away by some invisible force, impossible to hold onto.