Hunger Games Berry Novels & Stories

I reply, pulling the cork from the jar and sniffing deeply. “Do you know what they’re used for?” She turns from the stove and fetches a stool, walking it back to where I’m standing. I drop a single berry in my palm and turn it over, marveling at it, shocked that I’m actually holding one. It has a waxy sheen to it and leaves an oily residue in the palm of my hand. She takes a few other jars down, all of the contents more interesting than the last. “Hunter berries are used for… healing.”

“ We will make the fire , and ladies , we need you guys to make something really quick to eat – we do not have time to sit around…” “While I was sitting around , I found some berries…” Britney shows them to us with a smile on her face. That smile quickly disappeared into a look of shock as those berries where slapped from her hand. “What the –“ she says in shock. “Those berries are very poisonous! Do not pick any food next time , before asking me first!” he yells at her in a quiet voice. A sudden gloom washed over all of us as we started to do what we were told to do – Britney quietly sulked while breaking the rectangular biscuits into four small squares for us all , while I heated up the be

"Hey baby, still up?" "Hey, James. Yes, I am..." I tried to signal Jeremy with my hand to shut up, but he was looking at the medications that we got earlier. "Baby, here's the water now you need to take the drug in the morning okay, don't forget. I'll...." He finally shut up and formed a silent O with his mouth. Busted! "Lorraine, who's that? Is there a man in your bedroom at... twelve." He was calculating our time difference then groaned. He sounded upset.

Lexi searched through the cupboards for some variety of breakfast food. As she reached into the top shelf of the pantry, feeling about for a box of cereal, a bag of oats tipped over and had plastered her face and hair in a white mist before she could take a step back. When she backed from the pantry, blowing oaty dust from her lips, she saw Sam look up from the table behind a fort of cereal boxes. He crunched on his mixture of honey nut hoops, frosted flakes and chocolate puffs while stifling his laughter.

I knew that what I was about to do won't sit well with Jonathan. It is a huge risk considering that I might never be able to come back. I wanted to talk to my mother and the only way to do that is to go to her and talk to her. I don't know who has eyes on me so I can't go to graveside and summon her. I took a deep breathe and travelled to the herb garden, I picked out a wild berry, the deadliest berry of all berries. I then transported myself back to the Willow tree. I took the berries and I chewed them. I swallowed them and immediately felt a burning sensation in my throat.

Although before she could unfold the truth of the reality, she frowned, hearing her mom's voice. "What're you doing there, Lisa? Come, let's eat." Breathing out, I relaxed and sat back on the couch. Mom brought yogurt from a room and sat beside me. Her smile was whelming as she caressed my head and kissed my forehead. "My doll must be hungry. Look what Mumma has brought, Lisa's favorite yogurt." She filled a spoonful of yogurt and fed me with fondness. My eyes became moist watching her. Maybe, Lisa had killed everybody, but everyone had an attachment with their moms.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I pointed out. Bryja nodded, “So what are we going to do with our spare time while the Berserkers get the information from the Vamp?” “What do we do whenever we have spare time?” I asked her, then replied, “We train.” Valhalla Bride was famous for sending us on one mission after another downtime to train would be a welcome change. “Really?” Bryja asked, disappointed. “We wouldn’t want to get rusty, would we?” I asked with a smile.

Shaking the thought away, I got dressed and headed downstairs, hoping to grab something small before school. The kitchen smelled of toasted bread and coffee. Mrs. Caster looked up immediately. "Good morning, Alyson! "Good morning." "There are pancakes, eggs and fruit. Help yourself." “I’m not hungry, I’ll just have an apple.” “That’s nonsense, you are not leaving till you eat something.” "Okay, I'll just have some toast." As I reached for a slice of bread, Leon appeared beside me. To anyone watching, it looked as though he was simply reaching for the butter.

He leaned slightly forward, attempting a gentle distraction. “Baby look, this is from the Rain Valley in Switzerland” Reid said softly, lifting a blueberry. “Would you try it Do you want this?” Vida blinked at the berry, hesitation in her small face. She pursed her lips and stared at it before giving in. “Yes,” her little hands went out. After she collected it, she placed it on her plate and looked between her parents. “Mommy.” Her voice startled Jacintha again. Her hands curled tightly round the fork she held, she dreaded the next words that would follow.