History Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Half an hour later, and a good few runs through my favourite, I hate my life playlist and I was standing outside of Honey Perhaps, a silly name I had thought wouldn’t do well but Central London ate that up. “Honey I’m home,” I called out, and the response was immediate. “Drea! You piece of shit,” Kian’s voice resounding bounced through the walls. Furnished with flowers and rows of baked treats with little sugar signs spun to add that artisan touch, “Where have you been?” He had his hands on his hips and flour in his hair, an apron already muttered with coffee stains and what I hoped was chocolate and not hair dye. “Planning my revenge,” and I let out a monstrous laugh that would put Malefici

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.

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be as the screams get louder before another long whistle blows making me think they got hurt, or worse. Just then another horn sounds off. This one lower and almost baritone, like a foghorn. Then the sound of rocks shifting could be heard, like an earthquake as the walls begin to move on their own. Some lifting while others shifting into weird angles. Kinda like the hunger games, and the weird terrane that tries to kill you as I'm forced into a different passage before it could crush me. What in the world? Moving walls? Are we suddenly in Panem? "For crying out loud” I yell more to myself than to anyone else, realizing this game wouldn’t be considered fair. As this

She looked up to Nathan and said, “Tribute!” Nathan’s eyebrows were raised. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s from Hunger Games,” Helen explained. “It means that I will take her place. Whatever punishment you had intended for her will be mine.” Elma held Helen and said, “Miss, don’t. You are pregnant. I did the deed. I should bear the punishment.” Nathan turned to Elma and said, “Fine. So be it. Go, kneel at the door, and stay there until this time tomorrow. I think that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”

Orion. Lyra. ⚡ Standing together. United. ❤️ Facing the Nameless Hunger. 🖤 ⸻ The First War. The true First War. Not against kingdoms. Not against memories. Against oblivion itself. 💀 ⸻ And they lost. 💔 ⸻ Not completely. But enough. ⸻ Because the Hunger couldn’t be killed. It couldn’t be imprisoned. It couldn’t be erased. ⚡ It could only be delayed.

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.

"The first thing you need to understand," Marcus said, setting his tray down across from Nora with the energy of someone who had been waiting to have this conversation, "is that visibility is a currency and most humans here are spending it wrong." The dining hall was the one place on the island where the division between vampire and human students dissolved not because anyone had decided it should, but because food was a human requirement and the vampires who joined them did so by choice, which meant the ones who showed up either had human friends worth keeping or were there for reasons worth paying attention to.

GIGI'S POV As I staggered through the bush, my stomach grumbled in protest. The hunger pains were relentless, like tiny knives that never stopped twisting and turning in my gut. But I had to keep moving and keep fighting. Because in this wild, dangerous place, there were only two options: kill or be killed.

I admit, my stomach choosing that moment to growl softly. Ivan’s face lights up. “Great! We just added new dishes to our menu. I’d love your input on them.” He gestures towards his restaurant. “Sure, why not?” I say, falling into step beside Ivan. As we approach the entrance, chaos erupts behind us. A child’s excited shriek pierces the air, followed by a mother’s frantic calls. I turn, my heart leaping into my throat as I see a young girl barreling towards me.

My stomach grumbled. So maybe they didn't plan on killing me. Why feed me to only kill me in the end? It would be a waste of money, if you'd asked me. They had to have bought the food, or the ingredients used to prepare it. Hands worked marvelously to prepare such a delicacy. However, I knew it was only my hunger talking. And I wasn't myself when I was hungry. My stomach rumbled... How long would I survive this hunger? This dilemma I'm in? I'd never experienced this before. Now, I realized how it felt to be starved, like all the children in those areas in the world. All the kids who have no idea where their next meal will come from.