Hunger Games Book Novels & Stories

The night before we leave, the night before January the sixth, I learn two things: there are two kinds of hunger, and one can keep you up all night, staring at the ceiling and missing a place and people you are yet to leave. It is two O'Clock in the morning and disconcertingly quiet when I decide that I can't endure the trashing and turning. I take a book from the shelf that will no longer be mine by evening, purple hibiscus, with the cracks on its cover and Adichie's delighted face above its blurb, and I go to the sitting room that will not be ours by evening.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

He dropped his bag with a soft thud on the bench and pulled out a book, opening it in front of him. His stomach growled as he pressed a hand against it, wincing. He had been starved again. And he knew, without doubt, that there was little chance of getting anything decent when he returned tonight. He sighed again, louder this time, and raised the book to his face, pretending to focus. The lines blurred. Hunger had a way of stealing focus from even the simplest words. Then a shriek cut through the hallway. “Ohhh my God!” a girl screamed, so sharp and full of excitement that Arden’s head turned before he could stop himself.

Sapphire states. Riley, Luke, Arlo, and I had just walked in and collapsed onto the couch. I am not sure I can move, and everything fucking hurts. I crack open one of my eyes when I smell something delicious to find a plate of food. I follow the hand to see my precious jewel standing there. I force myself to sit up as I take the plate of food along with a kiss. She hands the other three a plate as well. Thank god for this woman. While we could feed ourselves enough to survive, it is also a possibility that one of us would set fire to the kitchen. Once she has given each of us a plate, she plops beside me.

Even with my… problem. That hunger wasn’t as persistent as I thought, thankfully. I could still be around other people without feeling an urge. But sometimes, when I’m alone, it creeps in. I get the strange taste in my mouth, like I’m already savoring blood before I can even get access to it. But it should be fine. Maybe it’s all in my head. That’s what I tell myself anyway as I look through the old books that August and I got from the northern library before. It’s all under the guise of looking for information about the portals.

"I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. 'There will come a time,' I said, 'when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you... Wait which book is this?" I turn it, looking at the front cover. "The fault in our stars by John Green," Asher says. "It's the story about a teenage girl diagnosed with lung cancer." "Oh.. it's only the first chapter. Can we read again from the beginning?" I ask. "Yeah.." he nods. "But did you

“Am so sorry, I still have a bit of a problem controlling my powers.” Oh, really, it wasn’t obvious. “It's fine.” I swallow dryly and pick up the book that had fallen to the floor. Tilting my head curiously, I study it. It’s bound with a thick kind of leather strap and though the pages are worn out and they smell a little stale, the ink is still very visible. I turn the book over in my hands and read the Latin words on the peeling hardcover. “The Genetics of Elemental’s.” The book is snatched from my hand before I could even ask what it is about and I glance up in surprise to see how pale she’s gotten. “You read Lat-Latin?”

I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom. Eventually after a while , I hear footsteps nearing me – I do not take notice of the person who takes a seat next to me and the masculine scent that enters my nose accompanied by the delicious smell of food , I come to a conclusion that it is Xavier with a plate of food. “Here…” he brings a spoon full of the bowls content to my mouth , and at first I refuse it but eventually I had given in to it’s scent and opened my mouth. He began to feed me , and I actually enjoyed it – it was comforting , like he is there for me but did not need to r

I traced the golden details of the book and it seemed to radiate life. But I guess it's just my imagination. I opened the book as I began to read. This time, my mind was slightly cleared that I was able to comprehend the words. Decades ago, in the kingdom of Thalia. A kind King and a loving Queen dwelled over the land. Everyone was content and happy. That was until they angered the Gods. It was a day where the kingdom's freshly harvested crops were washed out by a great flood. Almost all of the food was washed away and only a few were left, leaving the citizens of Thalia weak with starvation.

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.