Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Ch 12

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, my chest heaving as I fought against the monstrous hunger writhing within me. The pain was relentless, tearing through my veins and searing my mind. My vision blurred further, the room a swirl of shadows and shapes. And then I saw it_a crumpled piece of paper lying just out of reach. The sight of her delicate handwriting peeking through the folds sent a jolt through me. I stretched out with trembling hands, the chains rattling as I clawed at the floor, finally grabbing the paper and pulling it close.

Suddenly chill went up to my spine and the little pup in my eyes whined and snuggled closer to me like it's seeking shelter. I looked up and noticed the anger in Leonidas's eyes and... . . . To be continued... . Do you like today's chapter? Do tell me your view on the chapters in the comment section... . With Much Love... Elvira🤍

We wrestled to the ground struggling for dominance over each other. Blood spilled onto the ground and I rolled away from her but her teeth tore into the flesh on my front leg. I was quicker than her and I charged at her with my claws targeting her eyes. I made my contact slicing into her eyes. She howled in pain and the blood poured from her face. I was not a well-trained fighter but my fight or flight mode was engaged. It was my fucking eighteenth birthday, this bitch was not taking away my life. The fire was getting closer by the second. The air was getting harder to breathe. I needed to finish her. The sooner the better.

The first night after the ceremony, the moon was as full as they’d ever seen, turning the world white and blue; the house glowed in it, the yard a washed ocean of pale, the inside lit with the flickering pulse of the fireplace where they’d collapsed in a heap at the close of chapter 57. Lizzy looked at the three, knowing their hunger suited the hour, and her own knotted through the chest, slow at first, then pounding.

She must have made everyone believe that I am a thief and I stole her money. “What are y'all looking at, huh?!” I snapped at the faces that kept on staring. They turned, minding their business since I yelled. I scurried to the bin and trashed it down there. Then went back into class. This time, I checked the chair for any glue, inspected the floor and chair and sat pathetically. But I didn't feel comfortable. Everyone kept staring, whispering. Calling me a thief. Sloane didn't even look in my direction, she was busy with her friends. But I couldn't handle it. I felt nervous, sick, and I couldn't bear the accusatory eyes. I stood up, grabbed my bag and stormed out of class. Heading for the nu

Lyra The chamberlain led us out of the chamber in single file. The stone in the corridor was cool under my feet, and my dress still clung damply to my back. He stopped at the foot of a wide staircase and counted us with a slow finger. Eleven. Less than half of what had walked into the chamber that morning. The others had not walked out. "You are the surviving tributes," the chamberlain said. "You have advanced to the second round." The sapphire girl pushed forward as if the chamberlain had been waiting for her.

No longer the ruined coliseum. This was the Nightmare. And it had claimed them all. ☠️ End of Chapter 12

she said through clenched teeth, “I have all your papers. Misbehave, and I’ll throw you out.” She released me and walked away as if nothing had happened. I held the tears until she disappeared into the Hunters' gigantic mansion. The roar of an engine shattered the moment. I turned just in time to see Chase astride his bike, revving the engine. The machine gleamed beneath him, expensive, powerful, untouchable. Just like him. Before he pulled the helmet on, our eyes locked. His grey gaze hardened instantly, turning cold and unyielding. He lifted two fingers and dragged them slowly across his throat in a silent, mocking warning.

We're trained enough. I boldly faced my Coach and said, "I want that ruthless Ambassador Hugo Cassidy to go. I want our grainfield to grow back from being burned, I want the entire nation to glow. I want light. We want light but they gave us fire so we will keep it burning! The ashes are the signs... of their poor governance." "Be careful to those tributes from A to Z. Stick with the G's. We don't know the final round." He finally inserted the last wheat leaf in my bun hair.