Hunger Games 67 Novels & Stories

“You’re still the same as when you were a kid. Always had a sweet tooth, didn’t you? Candy, ice cream, popcorn…” Suddenly, he reached out, plucked a sticky popcorn kernel from the corner of my mouth, and popped it into his own. “Hm… this one tastes extra sweet?” I kept my eyes on the screen. “No way! They’re all the same. Maybe your taste buds are broken.” Gabriel chuckled and said nothing more. Suddenly, on screen, a man stormed up to Isabella, pointed at her, and shouted furiously. “You cow! You told me this baby was mine!”

Hunger Games, Hunger Games (×3) To the auditorium, they all went Hunger Games, Hunger Games To watch us shoot for a penny or a cent Hunger Games, Hunger Games Briefed, we were, on rules and airsoft guns Hunger Games, Hunger Games How to load and shoot like soldiers not nuns Hunger Games, Hunger Games Cable televisions pouring in ads like water Hunger Games, Hunger Games As parents sit to watch their kids flutter Hunger Games, Hunger Games We, the candidates pumping adrenaline Hunger Games, Hunger Games Our faces glistening with sweat as though rubbed with Vaseline

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.”

Such a violent emotion was contained in such a small body. Once they left, Farren changed into some oversized clothes. Nerezza's, from the looks of them. She got comfortable. Fed the fawn, whom Priamos had insisted was called Bambi and crashed on the couch. There wasn't much else to do. But the anticipation of the coming days was eating at me. Gnawing on my soul. Our mate had not one. Not three. But six fucking mates. Her importance was widespread if the goddess had blessed her with so many of us. Although, now the competition for her affection would grow tenfold. It was ridiculous.

Fiona pulled out her phone and brought up surveillance footage. "Look closely. This is you meeting the kidnappers back then. Persistence pays off. I finally found it. What else do you have to say? "I thought you were really injured and that your leg had been broken. Turns out even your disability was fake. Ryker, how dare you? You kept up the act for six years?"

"Don't worry, Tom. I won't let anyone who bullies you get away with it." However, when she turned her gaze back toward me, it was like she was looking at a piece of dead meat. "Lock him in the basement. Let him think over what he’s done." A crowd of people dragged me away like a tattered rag, throwing me into the basement and leaving a long smear of blood across the floor. The dust rushed into my face, making it hard to breathe. I clutched my stomach from years of severe malnutrition, which had triggered acute gastric issues, and the twisting pain was unbearable.

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”

“Goodnight, Dante.” He lifted his glass in a silent toast. “Goodnight, my beautiful liar.” Her fingers twitched, but she didn’t look back as she walked out. Later That Night — The Safehouse Aria’s secret base was hidden in plain sight, a nondescript apartment in the city’s quieter quarter. The kind of place people passed without noticing. Inside, though, it was all steel and silence: monitors, encrypted drives, multiple identity cards, and the faint buzz of high-tech surveillance.

I reached out to pinch her slight chub. “Girl, look at you. Did you have a kid or is the food just that good in the city?” She draped her arm over my shoulders. “I have a kid, Nat.” She smiled, before looking at my men standing agitatedly in front of the town hall. “1, 2, 3…. 6..” She turned me around to face her again. “6? Those 6?” I raised my hands to cover my cheeks. “Yeah,” I mumbled.

Dragon and vampire, fire and shadow, hunger reflected in gold and crimson. I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, a smirk twisting despite the rage. Let them all see. If they wanted to take her, they’d drown in the blood price first. They went down one by one. Caelum’s snarls carried over from the far side of the arena, Elias’s fire popped in sharp bursts, but Nora. I lost her flame in the smoke. Panic cut through clearer than any blade. I flowed through the battlefield like the smoke I was, shadows curling around me, mercs falling silent where I passed. My hunger roared in my ears, but I shut it out. Not until I found her. Not until I knew she still burned.