Hunger Games 67 Novels & Stories

“Not quite the proud princess anymore, are you?” “Stay away,” Shama whispered, inching backward. Ekansh’s smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it. “No need to run. It’s over, Shanaya.” He paused, his smile sharpening. “Let's end this game of yours, shall we?" In a swift motion, he lunged forward, his hand wrapping around her throat. Shama gasped as she felt the pressure tighten, her breath cutting off abruptly. Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled against his grip, clawing at his fingers, desperation flooding her system.

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***

"It was a lot of fun at first... Well, before he lost his brain and developed those cheesy feelings..." The door creaks open and Bridget enters with two platters of food. I am desperate for the food. I want to eat. The baby and I are starving. We have not had food since yesterday. I do not care if it has been poisoned. I mean, why would I care? All my life, I have lived with venomous snakes and I am still alive and kicking. Bridget hands one plate to Flex and grabs a chair. She sits opposite Ramon.

Yu Hao is whispering to his lead mechanic while pointing a handheld transmitter directly at the sector three hairpin turn—the exact location where Mao Jun struggled during practice. Is Team 666 about to execute a lethal track sabotage to ensure Swift Team’s second consecutive elimination, and will Chloe have to violate race protocols to save her teammate before he crashes at 200 miles per hour?

"Honey, our ship doesn't leave for another three days. "However, we still have one last ace up our sleeve, the most valuable insurance policy. "Honey, you've got one more act to play – a staged suicide by jumping off a building." When I remained silent, they both took me by the arms and led me to the hospital's rooftop. Chester would not stop yammering about how safe it was to leap from the 60-meter-high building. He boasted about the safety net he rigged up below, assuring me that a blindfolded count to twelve would see me land without a scratch.

With that, he turned and left. I shrugged and continued filling my plate. Now that Henry knew I was worth 500 million, I was actually safer. I would deal with the day after tomorrow when it came. I needed to fill my stomach, first and foremost. On the sixth day, the system's mocking voice rang out again. "Dear surviving rats, congratulations on making it to Day Six. I'm sure your initial funds are nearly gone by now, aren't they? "Today's game: 'The Last Lunch.' In one hour, the top-floor buffet will host a special auction.

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

His gray eyes locked onto mine. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to die here… not like this.” My voice cracked at the end, and I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. His jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving mine. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he said, his voice low but steady. --- Hours crawled by in oppressive silence. Then, the basement door creaked open. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Orin descended the stairs, each step slow, the sound echoing in the stale air. He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun.

She was wearing a shimmery dress that revealed one of her legs through the slit and it was backless. Why the hell was she dressed for the prom or something? Hunter thought annoyed. The girl shifted on her feet before she quietly sat on the empty sofa to his left. Hunter noticed that the king was glaring at her and to ease up the atmosphere Chief Fernando whispered something in King's ear. Alpha Waylen pulled to his feet, "Let's go, I'm hungry." He said as the girl quickly got to her feet, her head bowed down. Hunter followed the two of them quietly. He couldn't help but mull over the food. What if it was drugged or something? He didn't trust Alpha King one bit.