Hunger Games Begin Novels & Stories

He's watching and calculating as though he's waiting for someone to make the first move. And then I hear them. Obnoxious chortles and taunts. More than a dozen Rank five boys stalk further onto the arena in formation. They're taller and older, grinning as if they have just been handed fresh meat and told to go wild. They have the kind of eyes that say, ‘I've set people on fire and enjoyed it.’ They're already cracking their knuckles and stretching. One of them spits on the ground. Another licks his damn teeth. "Oh, fantastic," I mutter. "We're doing a full Hunger Games. Should I say something inspiring or just die quietly?"

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

CHAPTER 124: THE HUNGER OF THE NEW GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a birth is rarely a beautiful thing—it’s a bloody, violent struggle for air in a world that wants to keep you small. But this? This wasn't a birth. It was an awakening of a hunger so ancient, so primal, that the very air in the "Project Genesis" dome seemed to curdled into ash.

At the far end, a fireplace roared like a caged beast, casting dancing shadows over oil portraits of Drevanes who looked like they’d strangled rivals for using the wrong fork. Welcome to the Hunger Games, if the tributes were forced to eat truffle foam with a gold spoon. The butler bowed. “Mademoiselle Veyron.” All eyes snapped to me. Showtime, Selene. I pasted on Selene’s vacant smile—the one she used when ignoring servants—and glided forward. Inside, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped sparrow. Don’t trip. Don’t blink. Don’t breathe too loudly. Cassian sat at the head of the table, all sharp angles and storm clouds. He didn’t look up from his tablet, but I felt his gaze like a

I paid at the counter with the last of my weekly allowance which was equal to the bus fare for that week. I groaned as I walked out of the store angrily. I got angrier when I got back to the school premises only to find out that Lucas Anderson was gone. He was gone, like vanished. I stomped my feet against the ground as I groaned in frustration. My phone suddenly beeped with a message from an unknown number. *Let the hunger games begin* L.

"Dinner doesn't start for another four hours; beat it." The ass grinned and looked from me to Gianna. "Are you staying for dinner, too, Gia?" Before I could tell him to get stuffed, Anna piped up. "Of course, she is; what kind of hosts do you take us for? Come on, Gia, let's go. Gabe, open the truck." She took her from me, and I almost bared my teeth at her, like a fucking dog fighting over a bone. What the fuck?

Tanner says. Chelsea slaps Tanner! “Ouch, why did you do that? I like the name. What? Stop looking at me like that. It’s creepy.” Tanner says. “Shut up and zip it Tanner.” Chelsea says. “Yes ma’am, it’s zipped.” I lay on the couch, and I felt a sharp pain run through my stomach. It feels like something’s cutting me inside. “Ouch.” I scream. “What, what’s wrong?” Hannah says. “George, go get the stuff, it’s time.” Mom says.

He settled down back on the bed. We first stayed in silence, before I suggested seeing a movie. Ryan wanted to see ‘Tomb Raider’ because to Ice King Ryan it wasn't scary at all. I on the other hand was looking for a soulful movie and wanted to see ‘Pitch Perfect 1.’ Well, I won and we decided to see pitch perfect. Everytime Ryan groaned and complained about the lead character's ‘fake struggle’ I ensured to pause the movie to explain why her struggle isn't fake after all. He soon stopped complaining and watched the movie in silence. I felt my eyes drooping at the final scenes. Ryan rested my head on his laps and in my drowsy state I settled in comfortably. His hands were on my back and he rub

We have tried to minimise the risks of death, but if I’m honest … it’s still a possibility. When I enter the observatory tired as fuck as slip into my leather seat, the arm rest already puckering from how I gripped the edges so hard last night. The other alphas file in when the siren blares signalling the start of the games. Each of them slowly appears in the centre where they all gather, looking on edge as their bodies drip with sweat. Felicity and Hayley seem to be the only ones who are ready for this. They’re both braced formulating a plan. Come on, pumpkin. “Begin,” Hunter commands through the speaker with the voice alteration added to the mic to make him sound robotic.

Then I realize what it is, why I feel so tense. Usually, on the first day of school the Legacy Seven wait on the balcony of the second floor above the main doors to the school where they hurl insults and sometimes rotting food at the targets of their wrath from above. As I pass through into the main hall, I realize I didn’t miss out on the insults because I was lucky, it was because this year, for the first time, the balcony is conspicuously empty.