District Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I roll over and drift off to sleep quickly. When I wake up, I open my eyes and look out the window. It’s still dark outside. I wonder what time it is. I roll over to see Macie asleep in the chair on the other side of the room. She must be exhausted. That girl needs to take a well deserved break. She doesn’t have to always be by my side. The pain in my stomach, reminds me that I didn’t eat dinner. Maybe I can go grab something from the kitchen. I fell asleep fully dressed, so I don’t have to worry about that. I quietly get up out of bed, careful not to wake Macie. I sneak over to the door and open it slowly. I step outside my room and close the door gently behind me. Alright, now for food. It

Hunger was a constant, twisting ache in her stomach, coming in relentless waves—sharp enough to keep her awake, dull enough to make every movement feel impossible, twisting, familiar now after a day and a half of almost nothing, and already her body felt foreign, weak, hollow. The dreadful part was the feeding. Like a cruel joke, Odessa had been assigned to feed her. The Beta appeared once a day, always at the same time, tray in hand. The porridge was thin but edible—plain oats boiled in water, sometimes with a single spoonful of honey if Odessa felt generous. But generosity was rare. The porridge was edible at least, or it would have been, but Odessa never let it be simple. More often, she

"It's like something out of goddamn the nation of Pane - pitting all the districts against each other in some sick, contrived Hunger Games catastrophe so a handful of elites can bask in their decadence at the victor's expense!" Lila could only give a slight shrug, still trying to grasp the seismic shift in their entire worldview. She signed a short response, saying she was trying to be positive for the time being...that there would be protections and accountability to guarantee the competition remained ethical. But, as her hands formed the hopeful tropes, skepticism wiggled through her veins like a contagious virus. Somehow, she feared that such naive optimism would be more of a curse than a

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

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

How could he, when half the girls in the school had his attention? *** Eve took to her feet, and Elvin found his gaze locked with her delicate legs, and beautiful form concealed behind his shirt. "I hope the government will let us restock quite soon," Eve said. "We are almost out of food." "I guess so," Elvin said, feeling his sex straining achingly against the flyer of his trouser. "Yeah. We'll need to restock." More like, we need to have sex again.

Oritha was the greatest threat to the food supplies, but thankfully, the girls had a stash of instant meals in their rooms that Sasha’s family sent. The in-game army strategist considered logging out for a while to eat something before he continued the last battle. However, there was a timer for preparations. The gamer didn’t want to waste the thirty-minute preparation timer and lose focus. It was just a little more before he finished the third stage. Clearing one stage in one day was considered a huge accomplishment for Zen, who usually struggled to progress alone.

“Eat.” I didn’t move, my eyes narrowing as I studied him. “Who are you?” He placed the tray on the small table by the bed and straightened. “Darius. Brother of Beta Henry.” He was trembling as he spoke. He probably saw what I did to Henry. “I don’t want his food,” I said, my voice low and soft. I didn't want to threaten him. Darius sighed, his expression unreadable. “You need to eat if you want to survive. Whatever fight you’re planning, you won’t win it starving.”

Lila Hunger gnawed at me like a living thing. At first, I thought I was dying; some new symptoms accelerating in my stomach. But after a full day I realized I truly was hungry for the first time in what felt like weeks. I told myself I could endure it; that I’d learned discipline under my father’s roof, that a few skipped meals were nothing compared to what I’d already survived. But after cutting rations smaller and smaller, the ache hollowed me out until it was all I could feel. The more I tried to ignore the hunger, the louder it screamed, echoing inside me until even silence seemed to vibrate with it.

His gaze swept over her, slow, appreciative, hungry. He didn’t say a word at first. Just looked. Then, finally, “Perfect.” She rolled her eyes. “Glad I meet your requirements.” He offered his arm, grin lazy and dangerous. “You exceed them.” The restaurant was private, tucked into the edge of the city with glittering views of the skyline. But privacy was an illusion, Amara could already feel the cameras watching, lenses glinting like sniper scopes. They sat across from each other, pretending to be lovers, pretending not to be enemies.