Hunger Games Effie Trinket Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

. ....... KATRINE'S POV....... . "Look assholes, I don't know who the fuck you think you are but I don't joke with food okay, am starving here" I Screamed on top of my voice The scratch on my laps had started circulating and I was terribly weak "If I were you I'll keep my mouth shut, you are just causing yourself more pain " A voice outside replied He was right tho, the more I spoke , the more pain I felt and it was getting increasingly horrible by the minute

she says and stands. “Thank you,” I tell her back. “For what?” “For not asking twice.” Trish gave me a warm smile. “You’d only tell me once anyway.” She opens the door, pauses, and jokes, “Let’s try to make some of that porridge edible today.” I groan. “It will be the death of us.” “Not you,” she says, and is gone.

I stammered, my dignity disintegrating before my very eyes. Trix smirked. "Sh-sh-sh-should I repeat myself?" she mocked, exaggerating my nervous stutter. The crowd erupted in laughter. Even Mrs. Grumpy cracked a grin. Trix tilted her head. "No matter. We'll see what’s so special about a weakling like you soon enough. Right here. On these grounds." She flexed her knuckles, cracking them ominously. "Be ready to die." I could feel my soul drafting a resignation letter.

Juliet grumbled trying to walk out when Queen blocked her way “ I am famished and that means you have to feed me” Queen mused with a groaning stomach which she held in embarrassment. “ Stop staring get me my food” Queen grumbled out Chuckles. “I thought you were all grown up” Juliet mumbled not keeping her eye down “ Well…, in as much as I would have love to cook for myself –that kitchen is empty” Queen said “ Then feed on snacks” Juliet snorted out with a groan “ Did you just say snacks, I need real food and not noodles –please” Queen grumbled out again

I tense. Annie recovers almost immediately. “Oh, delicious,” she mumbles as she collects mashed apple from her chin and shovels it into her mouth. “Thank you for sharing with me, Efa.” Efa, pleased with herself, reaches down, grabs another handful of hash from my plate, and is halfway to smashing it into Annie’s mouth when I catch her by the forearm. “Whoa, sweetling. Too much of a good thing.” Efa, quick on the pivot, twists her little arm like a snake and crams the fistful of food into her own maw.

“By twilight, you might remember your place.” I lifted the bucket. “I have a good memory.” “Mm. We’ll test it.” She said calmly. “Finish here, and you’ll get to eat.” “And if I don’t want to?” I asked, refusing to break. “Then I will gladly watch you starve.”

“Sorry for the trouble, Sammie.” What did she mean? I swallowed my pride, stepping back into the shadows, watching as Zeke cut Ophelia’s food and fed her like she was some delicate flower. I clenched my jaw. I wanted to leave, but I knew Georgia wouldn’t allow it. Not without consequences. "Useless fool," Georgia hisses, and Lillian chuckled in mockery. My cheeks burned. "Eat," Zeke cast a glance at Lillian before turning to care for Ophelia.

“Bold words. Dangerous ones for someone whose head should’ve been on a stake last week.” “But it’s not. And as long as I’m alive, there’s hope for my freedom. Death is the least of my fears,” I say, my gaze unflinching. Katniss sobers, her smug expression returning. “Do you know why people call Fae foolish creatures?” I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue.

“Your mother speaks with a British accent. I’m just an educated man who’s American accent is overly polished. Well, I won’t blame Lady Lucinda for thinking the same way I do. Great minds think alike as it is unheard of for a rich girl to marry a poor man.” “It only happens in movies and clichè Y/A novels. But this is real life, Katniss. Don’t let illusions full ya.” “Well then, Mr. Educated Fancy Pants. I won’t sit here and listen to you insult Noah and I anymore in your ‘fancy polished accent.’ I’ll beg to take my leave now. Have a goodnight sir.” Katniss said, dramatically imitating his accent when she said ‘fancy polished accent’. She banged her fists on the bar table before she stood up

“Of course. Just don’t make us wait forever.” I gave her a long, tired look. “If I come back traumatized, I expect snacks.” Rain raised a hand, grinning. “We’ll get you juice and a gold star.” “Make it two stars,” I muttered, squaring my shoulders and stepping toward the trial zone. “One for effort. One for not bolting.” Jesse’s voice followed me. “Go before you start negotiating for a trophy.” “I want a trophy!” I shouted back, my voice filled with mock indignation.