Novel & Cerita Divergent Hunger Games

"Why are you keeping me here?" Darius stepped closer to the bars, and I tried not to step back even though we were separated by the bars. "We're going to play a game," he said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A game?" What was he on about? Darius nodded. "A game," he repeated. "I have remained unscathed for years. No blade, no claw, no weapon has ever managed to leave a mark on me. And then you came along and carved a gash so deep it seemed to reach my very soul. Do you think I'll simply let you walk away from such a transgression? No. We will play a game, a game of survival, a game of dominance. For a month, we will clash, our wills colliding in a dance of pain and power. Once each week

My knees give out, and I collapse, the world spinning until everything goes black. But even in the darkness, there's no peace. My nightmares have a way of twisting, taking me back further, to when I was twelve and lost in a different kind of hell. I'm in that cold, dark basement in Russia, where the air is so thick with fear it's almost tangible. The ropes dig into my wrists, my body aches from the beatings, and the hunger gnaws at me like a relentless predator.

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~DAISY~ After the movie, I kept arguing with Bryan as we drove home. It was to 10pm already but we were raising our voices as if it was morning. I did all I could to avoid Dave after the movie; and fortunately I escaped. "Am so annoyed with Franco. He was suppose to live but go carried away by a girl. How pathetic." I spoke and crossed my hands reminiscing on the film. "Franco was the main character, he was suppose to survive in the jungle game but fell for a stranger and she ended up making him die."

Everyone froze, staring at me like they couldn't believe it. Dillon grabbed the papers and flipped through them. When he saw Jayda's signature, his eyes widened. "You? A freeloader living off your wife—and you're the one asking for a divorce? There's gotta be a catch. Trying to grab a big chunk of the assets?" The panic on Jayda's face faded. What replaced it was pure disdain. "Holden, are you really that broke now? Running scams for money? If you're struggling, I can support you. But do you really have to sink this low? Enough."

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

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.

she hissed, bypassing me with a swift, fluid sidestep and sliding down the ladder into the dark courtyard below. I stared down after her, my jaw clenching as I watched her disappear into the shifting fog. She was lying to me. She was hiding a dark, jagged piece of herself behind that digital armor, and the sheer mystery of it was making my obsession spiral out of control. ****** Aria The lower loading bay of Terminal 3 was a labyrinth of heavy wooden crates and towering steel shelves. Gunshots were already echoing from the eastern gates —Malakai’s heavy mercenaries clashing violently with Victoria’s remaining loyalists.

Blood loss making me dizzy. But I had to try. At the top, Vivian stood on a ledge. Window behind her. Three-story drop to concrete below. Gun still in her hand. Pointed at herself now. "Vivian," I called. Voice weak. "It's over. Please. Come down." She looked at me. Tears streaming down her face. "It's never over, Jaxon. Dante's legacy never dies." "Yes, it does. Right here. Right now. If you come down. If you stop this. It ends."

“It’s a charity gala. Dominic Rourke will be there, and you need to make an impression better than the last one.” Genevieve’s pulse quickened. The last meeting at Halcyon had been brief, almost frustrating. This had to be different. She knew Dominic was a difficult man, but she was determined to get Dominic to fall for her and to infiltrate him. Genevieve nodded in acknowledgement and turned her attention to the eggs in the frying pan in front of her. When she was done with the food preparation and eating her lunch, she headed towards her room to call Delilah downstairs to eat.