Novel & Cerita District Hunger Games

"Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?" "I wasn't stealing. I was borrowing—" "You were stealing and now you're lying about it which makes this worse." "Please," David said again. "I have a family. Kids. I need—" "You needed three hundred thousand dollars? For what?" "Gambling debts." "You stole from me to pay gambling debts to someone else." I smiled. "That's almost impressive." "I'll get you the money—" "You will but first you're going to do something for me." His face went pale. "What?"

A song of survival. She closed her eyes, letting the music drown out the growling in her stomach. Hunger was familiar now. An old friend. Some nights, she got by with nothing but a cup of water. Other nights, if she was lucky, she’d take home leftovers from the café where she worked. But today wasn’t one of those lucky nights.

TRIGGER WARNING I woke up completely famished. My mind was urging me to get up and eat. I crawled carefully over Jamie and Sebastian who were in bed with me. I stepped silently over the other four to make my way down to the kitchen. I got down there and started making a huge pot of noodles for spaghetti. I started cooking ground venison before grabbing more uncooked venison out of the refrigerator to snack on while everything else cooked. Once the meat was done, I drained it as I leaned against the counter, continuing to eat the raw venison.

She ate like her life depended on it stuffing her mouth fast barely lifting her eyes from the plate. Some girls were snickering and whispering about her being uncultured but she didn’t even react. She was too hungry and tired. Something about it twisted something in my chest that I quickly smothered. When the meal ended, I decided I was done playing my mother’s stupid game. I pushed the chair back and rolled away from the dining table slowly so every single one of them would see me. The murmurs started immediately. One girl gagged like she swallowed her own tongue. Another covered her mouth then gasps filled the room.

The only thing that could clearly be seen was her bright eyes. However, those eyes were filled with a desire for food at that moment. Wilbur could even hear her stomach rumbling. Wilbur could feel that the girl was using the last of her dignity to stop herself from rushing over and stealing his food. It was clear from the girl's face that she was struggling with such a great hunger that was enough to make someone resort to violence. She was clearly in great pain. She was enduring a fight between the need for food and her dignity within her.

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert. District 13 was a different beast entirely. Towering, dilapidated buildings cast long shadows, and the air hung heavy with the stench of garbage and decay. Stray dogs scavenged through piles of refuse, their mournful howls echoing in the deserted streets. Anya's stomach growled, the reminder of her hunger a constant companion.

I squeezed myself to the wall sacred that the Alpha has already sold me off as a sex slave but instead a plate of small portion of rice and sardine was pushed inside alongside a bottle water before the door closed again, I’d didn’t even get the chance to see thee person with only means that I can’t beg anyone to save me in the mansion. “Am I some kind of dog that they caged and keep feeding ? I won’t eat their food “ I said angrily while crossing my arms , I ignored the rumbling sounds of my stomach and how dry my throat felt because of the thrust. I haven’t eaten anything for 24 hours and the little pride I have left in me kept me from touching the food till someone opened the door and kept

Annoying Thing was saying. Naima rolled her eyes and made a retching sound, clawing at her throat. But the girl was only disappointed to find out that didn't keep off Annoying Thing, it only impressed the morbid creep. She crossed her fingers and hoped Wanda and the rest would show up and save her. But they didn't. And the poor girl tried to drown out the sound of a mooning Annoying Thing telling her about his obese aunt who did yoga to rid herself of asthma

Sherry's stomach growled, the fierce hunger gnawing at her insides as she stared at the lavish spread before her. Plates of roasted meat, warm bread, and delicacies filled the large oak table, but not a single bite had been offered to her. She shifted in on the floor, trying to ignore the pangs of hunger as the man across from her—Dallion Cross, one of the most feared mafia dons in the underworld—ate in silence. His jaw moved slowly, chewing methodically, like a predator savoring its prey.