Hilarius Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I was so hungry. "Well, I hope they get back on time. It would be nice to meet them," I told her with a smile. She nodded at me and then sighed. "I guess I'm happy for them to come back. But I'm not at the same time. Henry bosses Liam around like a freaking slave. He bosses Leon and Lucas around too. I hate it. Plus, because there isn't a Beta female to serve and kiss up to Melissa, I have to do the job. It sucks," Lila sighed, looking up at the ceiling. I raised my eyebrows at her quizzically.

“That’s why.” Lucio smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “We’ll see how long your peace lasts.” He left, slamming the door behind him. Silence fell heavy. Maya came closer, sliding the paper away. Her hands trembled, but her voice was steady. “Don’t let them trick you.” I sank into a chair, pressing my palms against my eyes. The hunger was clawing again. Not just for violence, but for justice. For control. For an end to the whispers.

Lucia laughed out loud, stretching her arms out there. "HAHAHAH!!! I WILL LAUGH AND DANCE TO YOUR DESTRUCTION, HARRISON HUX! AND YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ANYONE NEAR YOU AGAIN, BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER WANT TO REMEMBER THE ATROCITIES YOU HAVE COMMITTED!!! AND I WILL LAUGH AND DANCE EVERY MOMENT I HAVE, TO CONTINUE TO WITNESS THE DESTRUCTION OF YOUR LIFE, HARRISON!!! AND YOU WILL KNOW HOW STRONG MY VENGEANCE FOR YOU IS THAT DAY!!!”

Serena stepped backward. “No…” The figure smiled. “Hello, Serena.” Lucian’s face went pale. “That’s not me.” The figure laughed. “Of course it isn’t.” Hope raised her hand. “Who are you?” The man looked at her. “I am what remains.” “What remains of what?” “The Hunger.” Hope’s eyes narrowed. “You said you were destroyed.” “No.” He smiled. “You destroyed the part that could consume possibilities.” He placed a hand over his chest. “But you forgot something.”

We started to walk in a circle around the room. “I will never belong to you. You will have to kill me too." I said and snarled at him. His laughter entered my head and I knew that he wasn't going to be told no this time. He lunged at me and grabbed my neck. I felt the stabbing pain of his teeth as he brought me to the ground. "You are mine! Now submit!" He yelled in my head. His claws now digging into my back. “NO! Get off of me! You're hurting me!" I yelled. He laughed again and then I felt him start to mount me.

He laughed for the first time on the Wednesday after Holt. Not at anything big. I’d been explaining, badly, how to make pasta — a thing Reed didn’t need to eat but had decided he wanted to understand — and I’d made some error in the timing that resulted in the pasta going from al dente to something closer to wallpaper paste within about forty-five seconds, and my response to this had apparently been both confused and ridiculous in a way I couldn’t see from the inside. Reed laughed.

“This is disgusting.” “You signed up for this!” Piper sing songs. One by one, we sniff and prod the gooey brown messes, trying to guess if it’s a Snickers, Milky Way, or Goddess help us, Nutella. Ronan actually tastes one, and we all recoil in horror as he proudly announces, “Hershey’s.” The third game is my favorite.

"Got anything left to sweet-talk her with? Or are you planning the hundredth proposal?" They all burst out laughing. They were right. I had prepared ninety-nine proposals just to make Justine happy. For three years, I kept trying, never backing down. But now, I had nothing left. My mother's eyes welled up. "Get out of here, you little pricks!" But they barely noticed, pulling a confidentiality agreement I'd signed from my bag. They laughed, showing it around like it was a treasure. "Look, he's joining a medical research project, and he'll have to work in a secret facility for ten years."

“Her name is Elara. Not Lillian. Elara.” A sharp knock sounded at my door and Lucas leaned against the doorframe with that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. “Practicing your lines, brother? ‘Good morning, my destined mate. So lovely to see you after I publicly humiliated you last night.’ It is a good opener. Sets a…complicated tone.” I glared at him from my reflection. “This is not funny, Lucas.” “Oh, I disagree. It is a tragedy, which is just comedy without the happy ending. So it is hilarious.” He stepped away from the doorframe and came to stand beside me, his expression turning slightly more serious. “You ready for this?”

while another said, “That’s… a different Arian.” “Not so different if he wears the wig again,” another person said. Their laughs closed in around me, each sound was like another nail in a coffin I couldn’t climb out of. My cheeks burned hot from embarrassment. My chest felt tight from the humiliation. I stared at the photo until the image blurred. Hazel smirked, satisfied. “See what I mean? We want literature, not drag shows.” “Our president is just full of stories,” sarcasm laced in the voice of the girl sitting beside April.