Hunger Games Excerpt Novels & Stories

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

"But fight while alive. Fight while strong. Starving yourself isn't rebellion, Desiree. It's surrender." I hate that he's right. Hate that his words make sense. Hate that somewhere beneath the rage and grief, a tiny part of me, the part that survived the battle, that crawled through mud to reach my father, wants to live. My hand shakes as I reach for the bread. Our fingers brush, and the bond hums with approval. I jerk away, taking the food with me. "This doesn't mean anything," I say around the first bite. Moon above, it tastes like heaven.

Pulling out a pile, he placed it on the counter and opened the heated tray. He took a piece of bacon, folded it in half and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes as he chewed. When he realized that the fight was over, he opened his eyes and saw that everyone was looking at him. "What?" She asked as she started picking up scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes. "I am hungry." With his plate and cup of coffee, he made a beeline for the dining room as Alyssa sang that the game was over. started because of the starving pregnant woman.

Clara's POV I rose again, lighting candles against the encroaching dusk, their flames dancing shadows across the walls. The chamber felt alive now, breathing with the storm's pulse, and I moved through it like a specter—trailing fingers over the dagger's hiding spot, inhaling the faint trace of his cologne on the pillows. Hunger gnawed at my belly; the betas had slid trays through the door slot—bread, cheese, stew gone cold—but I picked at it mechanically, sustenance for the war ahead.

The scene warped blurry, brain flooding with flashes of fists and pain. For busting a bowl, Kayla starved her three days straight. Day two, and she floated woozy from hunger, chores stacking endless. Desperate, she snuck to the kitchen for scraps. She scarfed yesterday's cold sweet potato, gulping chunks unchewed, just shoving it in. [You little bitch! What the hell?] Thunderclap roar from behind—she froze mid-bite, shaking like a leaf. [So hungry. Sorry.] Tears poured hot; she choked out the plea.

When I got out , the first thing my eyes feel ok was the foods that were nicely sreisbged on the table and the way the bed was set . I knew that I couldn't do a thing at this moment . I felt really sad watching him lay ok the bed . From the looks of things, he hadskresdy freshen up and he was waiting for me . I took a deep breath and walked towards the food that was by the table . My whole life, I had never felt so hungry the way I was today because I haven’t been able to have anything that was given to me . I sat camly by the bed while i ate from the table gingeuliy .

"Well, there are more shocking things in the world. What you have heard right now doesn't seem to be half of it." "I loved hunger games. Although I haven't really gotten around to reading the book. It was just intense and I loved it." "You should read the book." I urged him. He narrowed his eyes at me, wondering. "You sound like you've read it and you know what hunger games is about." "Of course I know what it is about, I have read the book. So the wildness of the story isn't strange to me." "Who the fuck are you?" I burst into laughter. "I mean, the way you sounded at first it was like you do not even know what I am talking about."

Lila Hunger gnawed at me like a living thing. At first, I thought I was dying; some new symptoms accelerating in my stomach. But after a full day I realized I truly was hungry for the first time in what felt like weeks. I told myself I could endure it; that I’d learned discipline under my father’s roof, that a few skipped meals were nothing compared to what I’d already survived. But after cutting rations smaller and smaller, the ache hollowed me out until it was all I could feel. The more I tried to ignore the hunger, the louder it screamed, echoing inside me until even silence seemed to vibrate with it.

*Aloria* I take the bowl from Kellan, my hands still shaking, but the warmth of the stew seeps through the ceramic, offering a moment of comfort. I lift the spoon to my lips and take a big sip, the rich broth flooding my senses. It’s a welcome reprieve to the gnawing hunger in my stomach, though I can still feel the exhaustion weighing me down, the remnants of the fight lingering like a heavy cloak around my shoulders. The adrenaline has stopped me from feeling it before, but now, as my body is coming down I feel like I could eat a whole moose. The hunger is back… and it is making me feel even more exhausted.

He dropped his bag with a soft thud on the bench and pulled out a book, opening it in front of him. His stomach growled as he pressed a hand against it, wincing. He had been starved again. And he knew, without doubt, that there was little chance of getting anything decent when he returned tonight. He sighed again, louder this time, and raised the book to his face, pretending to focus. The lines blurred. Hunger had a way of stealing focus from even the simplest words. Then a shriek cut through the hallway. “Ohhh my God!” a girl screamed, so sharp and full of excitement that Arden’s head turned before he could stop himself.