District Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

I fear it will completely go out before Katniss comes back. There is bread by the wall from the last batch Katniss brought four days ago, so I pick it up and start eating. Gracious Elysia, I feel miserable. The bread tastes like a collaboration of sand and mud in my mouth. I wonder if Olivia is doing okay. Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

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..."

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.

Whatever twisted game fate thinks it’s playing with me… it’s not going to work. “It feels like I’m in trouble because you invited me for breakfast, especially since I’m only a slave. It’s hard to eat with you watching me.” she admits. “So you won’t eat?” I ask. “I will,” she answers. “Then eat,” I command. She looks at the food with obvious hunger written all over her face, but still, she hesitates. It’s ridiculous how someone who is clearly starving can fight themselves this hard over accepting a plate of food, but she’s going to lose this battle because hunger always wins.

His words soothed me, and I finally felt a bit of calm. Back home, I collapsed into sleep. Waking up the next day, I found Chester bustling in the kitchen. He looked out with a worried expression and asked, "Feeling hungry? Dinner's almost ready." I gave a small nod and drifted over to the dining table, my feet barely touching the ground. However, when I saw what was on the plate, it was like my blood turned to ice. Liver pâté. Of all things.