Hunger Games Berry Novels & Stories

She remembered burying Berry early in the morning and cleaning up the blood trails but she was still nervous. Without thinking, Ailee took off her apron and rushed out of the house to the backyard. When she arrived, she found Lucille on the verge of tears, Loudy trying to calm her down, and Lowly standing with a scared face. "What's going on? Why are you here?" asked Ailee in a firm yet gentle tone. "Mama, Berry's not here! I want to find her!" said Lucille, half crying. Ailee squatted in front of Lucille and took both her hands. "Honey, Berry must be playing somewhere else. But you can't go into the forest, can you? It's dangerous."

The girl giggled and ran off to join her friends. Arin looked down at the berry in his palm. It was a perfect, deep red. He had eaten nutrient paste his whole life. It was grey. It was efficient. It had no color. He slowly brought the berry to his mouth and bit into it. A flavor exploded on his tongue. It was so intense, so shockingly sweet and tangy, that his eyes watered. It was nothing like paste. It was a symphony of sensation. For a moment, the overwhelming noise of the world faded, and there was only the taste of the berry.

“What does that have to do with anything?” “Cole’s mum used to have a few of these berry bushes in her garden,” Michaela admits, sadness flickering briefly across her expression as she speaks about Mrs. Hale. “They’re called duskberries.” She turns to me, her expression casual again, refusing to betray any of that earlier sadness. She points the berry at me dramatically. “I might have slipped a diluted version of the berry extract into your food as your birthday gift.” I stare at her. Blankly. “You poisoned me.”

When she heard their question, she said with a smile, "I'm not hungry, though. Are you?" Corinne was speechless. They were hungry, but if Caroline wasn't, they couldn't say they wanted to eat. After a long while, Corinne scratched her face and said, "Yeah, we're a little hungry." "Well…" Caroline stood up. Looking at the fruits in the basket, she said sadly, "But I want to eat some blueberries immediately after lunch!" Only plums, peaches, apples, and strawberries were in the basket. There weren't any blueberries.

“Maybe we need to try a different route.” “Do you get the feeling we’re constantly being watched?” “Yes! Ever since we set foot in here. It’s unnerving.” He looked past me, over my shoulder, and jumped up excitedly. “Look, berries!” He raced over, picked a dark purple berry off the bush, and popped it straight into his mouth. “Oh man, so good. Come get some.” “Are you for real?” I screeched, running towards him and knocking it out of his hand before he could stuff his face further.

“Yeah.” Zachary answered in a deep voice. Serenity drew close, holding a carrier bag in hand. “I bought cranberries. Do you want some?” Black in the face, Zachary gave her a dirty look. All she did was eat at the dinner party. Yet, she still had room for more. She was such a glutton! “Cranberries can taste bitter when eaten raw, but there’s a sweet aftertaste that comes through. It was once the favorite of my most cherished man.”

He must be really tired. I frowned as the baby kicked, a sharp little thud against my ribs. My palm smoothed over the swell of my stomach. “Wait, baby,” I whispered, as though the little one could hear me. We didn’t know the gender yet—we wanted it to be a surprise—but every kick felt like a secret language between us. Still, my craving wasn’t going to wait. The berries. The ones that grew by the trees near the edge of the compound. Their sweetness had been haunting me all day, and now the thought of them was enough to make my mouth water.

Only, Briane and Berry were the ones doing the ‘thing’ in front of her. Berry couldn’t imagine himself being gay. He might be feminine sometimes, but he’d never been attracted to a guy, let alone do some malicious things with them. It’s not as if he’s horny or something. Besides, he’s still a minor. If Marjorie didn’t come to tell them they’d leave, Berry would have vomited. But his anger was skyrocketing. It was as if a switch turned on the beast inside of him. He’s itching more than ever to knock some sense on that loop-wielder.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

'Let's see what it is, bring it out. And with his masculine hands, Banie bent the fish trying to break it into two. He held it for such a length of time that the princess could not bear to wait for another moment. So, deeping her hand into the opening on the fish, she tried to bring out the thing already covered in blood. After a while, her hand reached for the object and she brought it out with blood together with a part of the fish's intestine. And as she placed it on her left palm, she suddenly shouted, almost at the top of her voice: 'It is my gold ring!'