Hunger Games District 10 Novels & Stories

"I heard she used to be a nanny. Does she even deserve to sit with us? She's beneath us." "She has Edward's love. She's practically the most honored woman in the Abend family now." "Edward abandoned Stella for Daisy? He must be blind." As the murmurs grew louder, Edward's facial expression darkened. "Enough!" I intervened before things escalated unnecessarily. "Simmons Group is growing stronger, and its businesses overlap significantly with ours. If they resort to aggressive pricing strategies—" Austin interrupted, "We'll join forces and take them down together." At the evening banquet, I sat alone, drinking as I watched people dancing across the floor.

Screams and laughter quickly subsided in the first district's small market square as the children of the elite class who were running around giddily with spring delights earlier became tired and quiet. District 1 may be the poorest district but we create the most beautiful handcrafts amongst the other districts; clay pottery, magnificent vases, jars, and bowls line our displays of opulent products. Handcrafted jewelry sits gloriously on small table mats below the small stalls. It's all cheap from the deep-pocketed but these small handicrafts are our life. The District 2 and other towns next to us imports linen, silk textiles, and other expensive things to bargain. Nevertheless, the most clog

I asked, scanning the room. “They don’t eat with us,” Nova said. “They’ve got their own private dome at the top there. Only the chosen are allowed in.” he pointed up. “Chosen?” i muttered looking up. He nodded. “The elites. The strongest. The top survivors.” I swallowed a bite. “So what happens if someone makes it to Zone 10? Like… what then? What’s the endgame?” Nova leaned back, twirling a fork between his fingers. “If you make it to Zone 10…” he said slowly, “you get a chance to find your lifeline key.”

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

“Yeah, yeah, eight o’clock in the morning, it is the time to go to work!” That District was a large gathering place for civilians, living in a very dense area, and those men were basically moving bricks at the construction site, juts some immigrant workers working there, doing everything to earn as much money as they could to support their families. When the door closed, inside the little house stayed Rebecca with her son. Suddenly, the little boy opened his little mouth to ask what he wanted to ask since the moment he heard his father laughing with some people outside the house. “Mommy?” called the little boy.