District Hunger Games Novels & Stories

the other voice sounded. "Oh my gosh," I muttered, my voice trembling. After an accident that wiped out my memories, I became a slave to the Blood Moon Pack. I was just fifteen years old at the time, and ever since, my life has been nothing but hell. Once a week, the Blood Moon Pack holds the alpha's feast, where alphas of great power and wealth attend to purchase as many omegas as they desire. "I have to escape from here before they get me to that blasted feast. I need to leave." I stood up from the dirty floor.

But Hunter, with a mischievous grin, simply moved it out of her reach. "Hey!" Aleah protested, her exasperation clear. "Do you have rice here? I’m starving. I haven’t had dinner yet," Hunter said nonchalantly as he took a seat at the table, placing the charred dish in front of him like it was a feast. "You haven’t had dinner? That’s impossible," Aleah replied, her skepticism evident. "It’s so late. How could you not have eaten? Are you seriously planning to eat that?" Her voice softened as she watched him, a mix of disbelief and concern clouding her expression. Would he truly eat the disaster she had prepared, or was this just another one of his playful antics? The kitchen, once silent, was

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

What made it worse was that Damien looked at Emma with such a blank expression that she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Emma didn’t dare lift her head to look at anyone. She focused on eating—everything tasted so delicious that she couldn’t stop, but she also didn’t want to appear greedy, afraid the man would look down on her. Though she didn’t eat quickly, she ate a lot and didn’t even realize she was already full.

They didn't. My stomach twisted. Of all the days he could've texted out of the blue, it had to be today, right after I moved into Dante's house. The universe possessed a sick sense of humor. There were a million things I wanted to say, but I stuck with something safe and neutral. Me: Do they have those in California? Heath: Pumpkin hot chocolate? Nah Heath: You're only allowed to drink smoothies and green juices here or you'Il get voted off the island.

There is a stall that sells a variety of grills. Damon watched Raven as she chose what to grill. “Did you choose different parts?” Damon asked. “My siblings also want different parts. Those are another of their favorites,” said Raven. “You? Do you like anything there? You choose. Or you don’t eat that.” “Hey, I’m eating street foods, of course. I even sold this when I was in high school to help Mom earn money,” said Damon. “Are you serious?” Raven asked. “I didn’t grow up with money like Kyra and Cael, so I know how hard it is to live. Anyway, are you going home now?” Damon asked.

Meager shares now are better than full shares for a little bit and then nothing. If the food runs out, this place won't last long. The survivors and soldiers won't be able to keep up their stamina, and then we'll be overrun in a heartbeat. I can only imagine how much destruction will happen if just one creature manages to make its way into the fortified school. Just thinking about the chaos, the bloodshed, and the destruction makes me sick to my stomach, and I can feel my appetite failing. But this is the end of the world, and I can't afford to not eat...just in case.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

I flinched back as maggot-ridden meat scraps and fouled water rained down around me. The guard laughed at my disgusted reaction. "Better eat up, wench. Wouldn't want you dyin' before the games even begin!" With that grim promise, he departed, leaving me staring numbly at the repulsive mess meant to pass as food. Could River truly be so cruel as to poison me intentionally? But hunger eventually drove me to pick reluctantly through the decaying slop for anything edible. I had to keep up my strength if I hoped to eventually escape this nightmare. But I need my strength to Leave here again.

A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet." With her words already coming late as I drank the juice, its the warm, stale juice hits my tongue. Olivia's right. Players indeed couldn't be choosers, not here in this place. There were few luxuries to be had and even basic necessities were scarce at times. For now, all we could remain, continuing to choke down the bitter juice until the next meager ration of sustenance arrives. Survival in this games has become a game of endurance, of swallowing one's dignity and pride. Serene then picks up a spoon and examines the same porridge with resignation, "Yeah right. At least it's something," she replies quietly, her voice resign