History Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Hunger is a monster. It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out. My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had. The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it. They starve me. They drain me. Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

Does she have to starve while living here? Not even water could quench her hunger anymore. She needed food to be alive. Scarlett had been famished before too, trying to catch the attention of her uncle and aunt, she worked hard for days, sometimes even ignoring her meals. But, it wasn't this long ever. She had been foodless almost for twenty-four hours now. Her limbs were supported by the excessive fat in her body, yet not too long that would continue. Suddenly, the door of the dungeon opened, revealing one female warrior. She entered with a plate in her hand, watching her in disdain.

"Okay, spill. Something's wrong. You've barely touched your wine, and you always drink my wine. Even when it's cheap." "Hey! This is a perfectly decent nine-dollar bottle." "Bella." Isabella sighed, running a finger along the rim of her glass. "I... might have done something crazy." "Ooh, my favorite kind of conversation starter!" Mirabel wiggled her eyebrows. "Please tell me you finally murdered that awful Mr. Hawthorne from the hotel...Or do you mean crazy like that time we stole Principal Wagner's wig, or crazy like that time you punched Amy Mira's boyfriend for bullying me?"

The youngest child tilted their head, calm, serene, almost curious. Sipho exhaled, the weight pressing down like stone. He could feel the Darkness around him, tasting, testing, pushing. The Hunger did not forgive hesitation. It demanded action, demanded sacrifice, demanded resolution. He stepped closer to the eldest child. “The Hunger marks you,” he whispered. “Your resistance is admirable… but it cannot last. One of you must falter. One of you must give in. And one… may rise beyond what I can hold.” The eldest child looked up at him, wide-eyed, trembling. “Please… don’t—”

The darkness disappeared. The white space became bright. The Hunger transformed. Its monstrous body dissolved. What remained was a small child. A frightened little girl. She looked no older than six. Emily stared. "She's just a child." The First Mother nodded. "The Hunger was born from fear." Emily knelt. The child looked at her. "Are you going to hurt me?" Emily shook her head. "No." "Why?" "Because I know what it's like to be afraid." The child slowly reached for her hand.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

"When my world cracked open, the universe put you inside and sealed it tight. God only does the once and only for true matches of heaven. So, come rain, shine or hurricanes - I'm yours." I see that you've suffered. I see that you were made to fight. This world is one unholy competition for every damn thing. There is no time to adore the flowers or to ponder our sacred and eternal existence. We grow in a world that keeps reminding us of danger and the consequences of failure. This is the hunger games. So we compete. We all do in one way or another. Yet I'm your Katniss. I'm the girl that will fight at your side and stay with you. I'm the girl who can shoot a straight arrow at anyone who dares

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

I have my eyes on the bigger prize. Survival. Howen has a purpose besides the sex. I only have a few more weeks before we need the first vault opening. The second half of the Freeze rations are in there. People are already edgy. The council meetings I attend talk of nothing else. If one of the meals served by the kitchens on those drab grey trays is minutely smaller they all start to panic. Idiots.