Hunger Games Effie Trinket Quotes の小説・ストーリー

Jennifer smiled before she said, “You are someone who is living in a villa at Thompson First. Don’t you think that this kind of food is too pathetic and miserable for someone like you?” Elaine cried as she said, “Big sister. I am really very hungry. Please be merciful and let me eat some food. Are you really going to watch me starve to death?” Jennifer replied coldly, “Don’t worry. You will not die just because you do not eat for two to three days.” Elaine begged, “But I am really hungry now…” Jennifer asked in disgust, “Are you going to continue your nonsense? Let me tell you, you better go aside and leave me alone now. Do you believe that I will beat you to death if you say another fucking

Allison smiled broadly, obviously happy that her cousins got in at last. "Thank you, Allison." Triffany looked over at Nick who was eating some chips. "But Nick how come you always guess right?" "I don't have a low IQ and it's the only thing that can make you this excited, girl I can read you like an open book." Nick wink her. Triffany scoffed at the proud Nick's word. "Don't be so full of yourself." She took the chips he was eating and put some in her mouth. "Hey, don't touch my chips." Nick took it back from her. "You're so unbelievable." He frowned.

' asks the late princess in an annoyed tone stressing on each word. 'Revenge brings peace to none'. saying so mother just turns her head to the right and starts rubbing my palm gently avoiding the late princess. 'I'm hungry' declares Jessica and the late princess just gives her a deaths stare. 'I'm hungry too' I join in and mom smiles and asks us to come along with her. We leave the room ignoring the late princess and go to the meal quarters where we eat the best food as it was accompanied with many fond memories and stories from our childhood.

It helps calm me. "Sometimes you forgive too easily, Effie." "I can't help it when it's my nature," I told her, taking the pasta into my mouth. "My mom said forgive and forget. I'm too nice even to squish a cockroach. I would have to get a plastic cup and put it outside." "But you're too nice to choke Paris," Lily lifted a brow.

"Are you going to die now?" ‎ ‎"Eventually," I said, standing up. My legs felt shaky, lightheaded. "But not today. Go on, Jinx. Before Olara catches you." ‎ ‎He grinned—a flash of white teeth in a dirty face—and ran off, the empty bowl clutched to his chest like a treasure. I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the hunger pangs. ‎ ‎Back to the pots. ‎ ‎I turned to go back inside. ‎

I whispered, my words trembling with conviction, “I’ll make sure you choke on your own tongue before you ever laugh at me again. I’ll make your death so twisted, it’ll become a mystery whispered through generations. An eternity of dread every time they speak your name.” The guard only spat on the floor, unfazed. “Big words for a rat in a cage.” I smiled through the tears burning down my cheeks, a smile as sharp as shattered glass. “Cages don’t last forever. But fear does.” His silence this time told me he had heard, even if he pretended not to. I sank back against the wall, my chest heaving, my hands still trembling. The food lay rotting on the ground, but I didn’t care. Hunger could tear me

I rather not waste my strength on needless speeches. "Sara," he said, his voice was weary and thick with frustration. He knelt beside the untouched tray, the smell of fresh beef stew wafting from the new bowl he carried. It was a luxury compared to the previous meals, a clear attempt at bribery. "The guards told me that you've not been eating your food. You’re going to kill yourself. You haven't eaten in seventy-two hours. Your body is already frail from the infection. Do you really want Tristan to win by letting you wither away in the dark?"

I wоuldn’t саrе if I еvеr аtе a ѕіnglе morsel оf food ever again. “I know уоu’rе nоt hungrу, Iz, but уоu have tо eat. I’m thіnkіng wе can hаvе a Twilight marathon. Nothing lіkе реrvіng over ѕеxу vаmрѕ and wеrеwоlvеѕ to mаkе уоu fоrgеt аbоut nаѕtу mаn-whоrеѕ.”

Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched. “It might be your last meal,” she says, flat. Unblinking. She looks drained. Like her soul’s been scraped clean. “You can never really know what Zeke wants,” she mutters. “He’s one of the real monsters. What he did today was nothing.” The food still smells good. My stomach growls loud enough to echo. I feel the hunger deep in my bones I pick up a fork. Take a bite. It’s not hot anymore, but it tastes like survival. The second bite is even better. I don’t stop.

My stomach ached with hunger, but pride held me firm. “Not hungry?” the first sneered. “Don’t worry. Lies fill the belly better than bread, don’t they?” I finally raised my head, voice hoarse but steady. “One day, truth will choke you both, and you will remember me then.” They chuckled as if I were a child spitting curses. The tray clattered once more as they shoved it closer, then they left, their laughter trailing into the corridor like smoke. I sat still, staring at the food, unable to touch it.