Hunger Games Book 1 Quotes Novels & Stories

"Well, there are more shocking things in the world. What you have heard right now doesn't seem to be half of it." "I loved hunger games. Although I haven't really gotten around to reading the book. It was just intense and I loved it." "You should read the book." I urged him. He narrowed his eyes at me, wondering. "You sound like you've read it and you know what hunger games is about." "Of course I know what it is about, I have read the book. So the wildness of the story isn't strange to me." "Who the fuck are you?" I burst into laughter. "I mean, the way you sounded at first it was like you do not even know what I am talking about."

Jules’ POV The moment Aegon was gone and I was sure his footsteps had faded completely, I moved. There was no grace or any dignity. Just Primal and desperate hunger, Like an animal. I lunged for the tray he’d left just inches from my reach and tore into the bread, fingers trembling so hard I could barely hold the bread up.

“You memorized half of it.” “Shut the book,” he said. “It’s pathetic.” “No. It’s hope.” She began reading. “‘And though his leg bled, the alpha stood, blade in hand, daring the shadows to come closer.’” “Stop—” “‘He stood,’” she repeated, looking up. “And you will, too.” He shoved the book off her lap. “You’re delusional.” She picked it up again. “Delusional is giving up before the fight starts.”

Because out of all the horrors the visions had showed me, the most terrifying is the first one. Nova. In my bed. And fuck me, but I want it to come true. … Time blurs. My body aches like it's been ripped apart and stitched back together wrongly, but her arms around me somehow keep me steady. After a while, I finally find my voice. "I'm hungry." The words are barely even a whisper, and I sound like I swallowed sandpaper. Her head jerks down to look at me, wide-eyed, as if she’s startled by me saying something so... normal. "Hungry?"

he explained. Thea forgot the discomfort, staring at them with wide eyes. “What bread? I have no more food!” Odger shouted from the center of the room. Lubez agreed this time. Their food stock is limited. "Sorry young man. We can't help." Xander smiled shyly. "No, it's okay. We're used to it. Enduring another day of hunger isn't that hard." Thea stood up. Without making a sound, she took her share on the dining table and divided it into three parts. She also fetched them clean water. Seeing that, Odger smiled mockingly.

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched. “It might be your last meal,” she says, flat. Unblinking. She looks drained. Like her soul’s been scraped clean. “You can never really know what Zeke wants,” she mutters. “He’s one of the real monsters. What he did today was nothing.” The food still smells good. My stomach growls loud enough to echo. I feel the hunger deep in my bones I pick up a fork. Take a bite. It’s not hot anymore, but it tastes like survival. The second bite is even better. I don’t stop.

“We will never be yours. We will never give in.” A flash of shadow shot toward her, curling around her legs like molten ink. She screamed, jerking free, and for a moment, the forest seemed to thrum with the struggle. The eldest child moved closer, helping her, their fear mingling with courage, a defiance that made the Hunger pulse with irritation.

And I stood there in a library full of forbidden books, learning that my entire existence was a lie designed by a goddess who was too scared to finish what she started. The hunger stirred again. Faint. Testing. I pushed it down. Not yet, I thought. You don't get to win yet. I didn't know if it could hear me. I didn't know if it mattered. But it was all I had.

He was a being synthesized from pure light and raw, unfiltered possibility. He was Hope. The very first Hope. The memory continued to play out in vivid, agonizing detail. "We can't just stay like this forever," the young Aurora said, folding her arms with a heavy sigh. The Hunger groaned dramatically, its shadow shifting against the void. WHY NOT? Aurora rolled her eyes, a familiar spark of defiance in her gaze. "Because it's boring." The Hunger looked deeply offended, its form pulsing with a low, disgruntled energy.