Hunger Games Collage Novels & Stories

Surrounded by dozens of melted candles that have turned into wax stalactites. On the chair, a faded wedding veil hangs loosely, its color now a sickly grey-green. But that’s not what makes me stop breathing. On the wall behind the chair hang dozens of photographs. All women. All in wedding gowns. And all their faces... destroyed. Torn. Scratched. Mutilated. I step back, horrified. And in the middle of the collage, there’s an empty space. Empty, except for one thing: my name. Alika Morgan, 2025.

That very night, after I sent the evidence, Janet posted an outrage-filled update. [Who's so jealous of me that they'd use fake videos and AI-edited photos to frame me and ruin my relationship? If I find out who did this, I swear I won't let them off!] Just as I expected, the moment he saw the evidence, the rich heir dumped Janet without a second thought, like throwing trash.

from the last installment of the Hunger Games series. {Wracked by guilt, the Mockingjay has started placing hidden cameras in a room of the hotel. We can’t let the Boogeyman escape this time or the Mockingjay will get spooked and decline to testify against the Boogeyman. She might even discard all the valuable evidence she has collected.} {I’ll notify the police once you’re on the way. But Kate should rescue Francine before the cavalry arrives because graduating students of CITS High can’t afford to figure in a scandal of this magnitude…}

No one spoke, move they were all silent The moon bore silent witness as the pack lowered their heads. Being an Alpha is not power, is not about pride but it is a burden and I carried mine with bloody hands and unshaken resolve I looked at Peter “ Burn the body" He burned the body and everyone left The Ravenous pack stood stronger than ever and it was held in by other packs.

I still felt like everything was too much like an RPG for it not to be a game, but I still hadn’t found any proof. Claire started poking the fire again. “We might even have to kill other people, that’s what you’re saying, aren’t you?” “Ooh,” said Flossie, getting animated. “It’s like The Hoonger Games!” “Yes,” I said. “A bit like that.” “I fookin’ love Katniss.” “Those films were terrible,” Maurice insisted vigorously. “Absolutely shocking.” A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out.