Hunger Games Berry Novels & Stories

The moment her bare feet touched the thick rug, something inside her snapped awake, feral with hunger. Her eyes—hollow, fever-bright—locked on the low table beside the chair. A bowl of fruit sat there: apples, pears, dark purple grapes, a few figs still glistening with dew. Fresh. Ripe. Real. She lunged. Scarlett moved before thought and scrambled forward, hands shaking as she grabbed fistfuls of fruit, apple first, then pear, then grapes by the fistful. She shoved them into her mouth without pause—skin, seeds, stems, all of it—chewing with frantic, desperate speed, juice running down her chin and dripping onto the torn shift. She crammed more in, barely breathing between bites, as though af

Bowing down, she carefully moved the prickly branches aside to uncover a modest bunch of dim purple berries. Could it be? Culling one from its domestic, she took a little nibble. It was! Wild blackberries! Excited to have something to eat, in any case scanty, that wasn't a mutant-cat-thing, she enthusiastically filled her shirt with each ready berry on the bush. It wasn't much, but it was sufficient to share. "Heather!" Her head whipped around at the removed sound of Brock's voice. That didn't sound good. "Heather!!" Why did he sound so distant absent? She hadn't been out here for that long, had she? She couldn’t have meandered absent that far.

Everyone in the room literally held their breath as they also watched the scene with keen interest. Berry finally stopped in front of Lycidas, and without taking its gaze off Lycidas’ face, he bent down to pick up half the loaf of bread, and without unlocking their gaze, Lycidas simply flicked Berry's hand with his index finger and Berry drew back immediately in alarm, grimacing in pain as it rubbed its hurting hand. Immediately, he started to haul gibberish at Lycidas in annoyance. It scurried back to meet Elaine and sat down with a huff in front of her, obviously mad at the unfriendly lycan who couldn’t even share his food.

Drey is putting that tone again, the one he's about to school me, "Of course you can eat breakfast. You're Scarlett, not a ghost. You need to eat, I get it." I knew my happiness was short lived when he continued, "Scarlett eats fruits for breakfast. Apples, bananas, oranges, any fruit but just one piece of fruit, cut into slices, not bitten directly." I wanted to argue about the not-bitten-directly because who'd have time for that? But I picked my battle and decided to voice out more important matter, "What if I'm hungry? Like soooo freaking hungry? If I want an omelette or something? Cereal..?"

Diana says, suddenly holding a dark purple berry up to my mouth. I shake my head and lean back. “No thanks, Diana.” She makes a sad face at me, her lower lip pushing out. “You reject food from a lady? That’s not polite, Adam.” She eats the berry herself and turns her face toward the stage, giving me the silent treatment. Usually, I’d feel bad and try to talk to her, but right now… damn, it’s such a relief. Poor thing. I’d have taken the berry if Hermione fed it to me. Hell, I’d eat the berry and eat her too.

“I’m hungry.” Sierra shot me a look, a secret, heated smile playing on her lips. “Well,” she said, her voice only slightly shaky. “It just so happens the chef is in.” As she moved to get Katie cereal, our eyes met again over our daughter’s head. The game had changed. The walls were down. And Victor Hale had no idea what was coming for him.

"A womanizer. He is good for fun and drinking his cranberry juice. So red I love it." "Cranberry is eew." Ariel said while covering her mouth. We chuckled. "Sometimes. Depends on the package." She replied. I swear this girl has no filter. ......... After hanging out, I went home with Ariel. Mallory had some torturing to do to Valerie. I rested for about 20 minutes, when I heard the doorbell. I looked through the peephole and saw Phoenix. "Sorry, we don't need cookies. Try another time." I said while still watching him through the peephole.

After being cooped up inside for most of the three weeks, he was itching to go for a real run. The arrival of Kosh in a flashy running gear that looked like it had never been worn had utterly disrupted his thoughts. The man had the typical cocky smirk in place and looked over the assembled group. “I hope you are all looking forward to getting some fresh air today!” Kosh chuckled as the group grumbled uneasily. “How is it that the normally early morning zombie Sleeping Beauty is the only one excited for this?” Lynan pouted at the nickname. “It’s because I already fed him two coffees,” Amy giggled when Lynan shot her a mock wounded look of betrayal and there was a general round of chuckles fro

Journie turned on his heels, scurrying away and the girl turned to me with a big smile on her face. "Thank you!" She squealed happily and before I could say a word or react, she had thrown herself on me in a hug, a hug that filled my nostrils with this cheap scent of hers. That smell of peaches. It was... Quite good. I wanted to breathe this scent in a bit more. She pulled away and smoothened her dress. "I am sorry I was too happy and jumped on you. I am the gardener's daughter, Caily." she stretched her hand out to me for a handshake which I didn't take.

The small yard she had cultivated over the past couple of weeks was a patchwork of greens and browns and each plant was a testament to her effort and determination. Amaris had quickly realized that hunting was out of the question. Her pregnancy had drained her of energy and made her more cautious. So, with the little money she had managed to save, she invested in vegetable seeds. It wasn't just for her own sustenance. She hoped to grow enough to sell at the commoner's market. The idea of bartering for supplies felt like a smart move, considering how unpredictable her situation had become. Plus, she had found a small river a few meters from her cabin, which made it easier to tend to her garde