Hunger Games Books Novels & Stories

Zia-Kolinda Felicity-Elder Tani Jackson-Mo Lan Zero-Lan Su Mei & Five- Elder Kung I have know idea.' "No food or anything worthwhile was left behind." Felicity said. "It took two days before we realized it. We checked the granary togethor and it was empty. A few Elderly and kids were left to starve. As well as defend against the North."

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.

“Get this one.” “Is that like the one she had?” “It’s in the same series. I saw she has the next one, this is the one after that.” Gigi took the book and looked at it. “This says book seven.” “There’s nine in the series.” Dean pointed to the other two books and then grabbed a box set of five books. “And five in this one. I like the author.” She admitted as she put the books in the cart. “I saw that movie.” Gigi pointed to a popular book that had been made into a blockbuster.

I hated that she was around, and I wish I could get rid of her. “You don’t need to worry about her.” Aunt Nancy said and I smiled at her. “Dominic will never let that go down.” Nodding my head, I began to eat the raw steak in silence. The kids finally calmed down once that first piece came to them. I know they were hungry and I felt bad for starving them. Taking a sip of the bloody nectar, the front door to the place opened up. Not knowing who it was, I was on the verge of getting up, but Aunt Nancy put her hand up to keep me from moving.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

“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'll call you when we're done. Other students began to fill the auditorium, making the place although slowly, noisier and hotter in temperature. A fat student that had the shape of an hard-boiled egg sat in the seat next to him minutes before they commenced. Behind his sat a girl with eyeglasses so thick he suspected they were bulletproof. She had an awfully small nose that reminded him of rats. In the seat before him was another girl that looked so thin it reminded him of someone with a terminal disease.

I walk back into the room and make sure to bolt the door. I sigh as I throw myself onto the bed and grab the book I took from the library. I don't leave my room for the rest of the day. By the time hunger finally wins, the sky outside is dark. I force myself to get up, tossing my book aside. My head aches from reading for hours, and my stomach feels painfully empty. Maybe I should have eaten the meal, but what if it was poisoned? I had kept it out anyway so no need for regrets.