Hunger Games Excerpt Novels & Stories

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. My stomach growled again, loud and insistent, as if the very air around me had conspired to remind me of its hunger. That low, demanding rumble was all the permission I needed. Without hesitation, I grabbed the plate, pulled it closer, and began devouring the contents as if I hadn’t eaten in days—no, as if I hadn’t eaten in years. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but the hunger that gnawed at me, pushing me to consume with a desperation I couldn’t quite suppress. I tore into the food like a starved hyena, each bit a desperate act of indulgence.

She looked up to Nathan and said, “Tribute!” Nathan’s eyebrows were raised. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s from Hunger Games,” Helen explained. “It means that I will take her place. Whatever punishment you had intended for her will be mine.” Elma held Helen and said, “Miss, don’t. You are pregnant. I did the deed. I should bear the punishment.” Nathan turned to Elma and said, “Fine. So be it. Go, kneel at the door, and stay there until this time tomorrow. I think that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”

The intricate designs crawled down his neck and disappeared beneath his shirt. His hand reached out to stroke through my hair, gentle despite his size. My eyes fell shut at the electrifying feeling his fingers against my skin produced. I moaned softly. "Be patient, my sweet," he whispered. "Good things come to only those who wait." I opened my eyes. He was staring straight into my soul that I almost forgot how to speak. "Patience can be—" I didn't see him move. His mouth crashed over mine, instantly swallowing the rest of my sentence.

Because this time Lexie knew who she was truly giving herself to. A moan slipped from her as I took another lick as I lapped up more of her juices for the hunger I had building inside of me. Nipping at the pink flesh my fangs elongated enough to pierce it slightly without causing any pain for me to take a taste of what flowed within her. The taste of her juices mixed with her blood sent waves of hunger and desire to my soul begging me to make her mine. I wanted to shut that part of me down, but I had promised Lexie this one night of me truly giving myself to her. So instead, I gave into the hunger and devoured her pussy like it was the last meal I would ever get from her.

“I am not hungry, Draven. Just let me be.” And before I could protest further, he suddenly grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. My breathing hitched as I was forced to look straight into his eyes. “Don’t test my patience, Emma.” He growled and pressed the spoon to my lips. I hesitated, but his unwavering gaze left no room for defiance. With a reluctant sigh, I took a bite. The warmth spread through me instantly, reminding my body of how starved it truly was. Satisfied, Draven continued feeding me, his movements precise and determined. I chewed reluctantly at first, but soon, hunger won over pride. By the time the tray was empty, my exhaustion felt heavier, but my body no longer trem

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

She didn’t even know which one. Her teeth hit skin. not gentle. Instinct. Hunger. The pressure in her mouth snapped. Sharp. Sudden. Lena sucked in a breath as something shifted along her gums. not just pain anymore. Something… pointed. Her tongue brushed it by accident… and froze. Too sharp. Her stomach dropped. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t… The thought didn’t finish. Because the hunger surged and everything else disappeared. The first taste hit…and the world broke. Vance sucked in a sharp breath.

A shard of me . Something growls in the dark. Not Alpha—Alpha’s gone, consumed in the blast. This is deeper. Hungrier. Older. The Devourer. It’s not whole. Just a fragment, a tendril that survived the explosion, but even a finger’s width of that infinite hunger is enough to unravel me. It slithers through the ruins, tasting the air, tasting me . I freeze. A hand closes around my wrist. I spin—or the thought of spinning happens—and come face-to-face with him .

"What are you just standing there for? Take a page out of your sister's book. Even if all you can manage is community college, at least it's something. It's better than sitting around the house doing nothing." Joey walked over to the laptop with a grin, typed in her exam number, and right before she hit the search button, she threw me one last taunting look over her shoulder. For three seconds while the page loaded, the entire living room held its breath. When the score finally appeared on screen, Joey's scream nearly brought the ceiling down. "No. That's impossible. That is absolutely impossible!"