Hunger Games Collage Novels & Stories

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

The landscape stretched out before us, vibrant and teeming with life, but also filled with hidden perils. Our team, consisting of Aret, Nova, Horia, and myself, Jannah, had trained for years to reach this point, but nothing could have prepared us for the reality of the Hunger Games. The very mention of its name sent shivers down our spines, and we knew that survival in this brutal contest would demand everything we had. Our surroundings were dense with towering trees and exotic flora, their vibrant colors contrasting with the shadowy undergrowth. The air was thick with the sounds of unknown creatures, their calls, and rustlings both fascinating and foreboding.

Yes, sir", we both(the other Sam and I) replied him in unison. The info in the pamphlet was something like this; THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA IN COLLABORATION WITH TENCENT GAMES PRESENTS.. THE HUNGER GAMES EVENT! Each team in all the locations are to produce two tributes. The objective of this event is to get to the treasure locked up in a hidden chest and not "die" while trying. The first tribute(or two tributes from the same team) to take hold of this "treasure" or touch it wins. There will be puzzles and riddles. Some holding the key to a special equipment, while some(which are the most important) would act as a directional guide to the hidden "treasure chest".

**** I had one class; Contemporary Art alone. Silvie had chosen Fashion Designing, so we always went our separate ways after Economics and regrouped at the cafeteria for lunch. Today's class had been awesome, but then which class wasn't for me? What can I say, I loved learning new things. Pretty weird, I know... but hey, no judging. I bumped into someone unexpectedly and watched in horror as my books tumbled to the ground. I bent down to pick them up, but whoever that was apparently had the same plans too.

“It’s not a math problem, dickhead. It’s chemistry.” Dylan stayed quiet, watching the suburban streets give way to the older, tree-lined roads near the university. The ‘Collage House,’ as it was unofficially dubbed for the ever-changing mosaic of students who lived there, came into view. Every window blazed with light, music pulsed through the walls, and clusters of people smoked on the sagging porch.

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

Like we were in a slow-burn romance, not a college scandal. And beneath the images, a message: Five hours from now, the world will see this. I'm sure you bang wait, slutty. I can't too. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the message, frozen. Then I read it again. And again. The collage was professional. Cropped. Edited. Tinted warm like a damn movie poster. My cheeks were flushed in every one. Mr Phillip's expression unreadable but intense. Someone had taken their time.

As the stylist ran her hands through my hair she said to Emily and me, “I’m going to give you a gloss and not color because your shade is gorgeous. Then I am going to trim it and give you some long layers to frame this beautiful face and honey we are going to wax those eyebrows and give you an arch, to pop those beautiful eyes of yours.” As the stylist applied the gloss, I looked at my phone and g****ed the event that I was to attend with Tyler. I had the event name stored in my notes on my phone to g****e for later, so I knew who they were and what the charity was for. As I strolled through the site, I noticed that the non-profit supported millions of children across the world medical care,

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

Then I realize what it is, why I feel so tense. Usually, on the first day of school the Legacy Seven wait on the balcony of the second floor above the main doors to the school where they hurl insults and sometimes rotting food at the targets of their wrath from above. As I pass through into the main hall, I realize I didn’t miss out on the insults because I was lucky, it was because this year, for the first time, the balcony is conspicuously empty.