Hunger Games Fanfic Novels & Stories

You already know he is my mate, why start trouble? Nicole's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'm not trying to start trouble, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just trying to have a little fun. And Blaze here seems like the perfect playmate." She batted her eyelashes at Blaze, who looked like he was about to lose his temper. I could feel my own anger rising, my hackles raised in response to Nicole's flirting. "I don't think so," I growled, my voice low and menacing. Nicole's eyes locked onto mine, a spark of challenge igniting within them. "Oh, I think you're just a little too possessive," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Bl

she chirped, “I’ve been waiting! I made your favorite. Fried rice and roasted chicken. I cooked it myself!” She darted toward me and before I could react, she threw her arms around my neck. Jace ignored us and tried stepping out. "What about you Jace, I made enough." "I'm not hungry." Jace blurted out, stepping out. “I’m not hungry as well,” I said, extracting myself from her embrace. She pulled back, blinking. Her expression twisted just slightly. “Why? Just because your fated mate had a head concussion?” My heart skipped a beat and Jace halted.

Hunter “The invites for the gathering have been sent, are you sure you want to send the over-eighteens and not wait until they're twenty-one like normal?” Connor is speaking but I barely hear him. I’m leaning back in my chair and looking at the wall as I remember Fyathe sitting on the bed outright refusing to eat. I need to find a way for her to eat without contributing to her belief that she’s only worth leftovers.

"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.

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.

That Alpha, there is something in him. "That hungry?" Vanessa, who is beside me, asked. I looked at her and nodded my head uninterestedly, I will not lie because that is really how I feel. My stomach feels like it's burning inside, but I won't tell anyone because I know they feel the same way too. Hunter and Steel went to grab some food, and I don't know where they will go to find those, and if there are really foods in this part. It's dark and cold, I wish to have my bed at this time, and hug my favorite things ever, my laptop. I wish I were with dad, laughing with the other agents because of some silly jokes, eat my favorite cake and coffee and the most important thing is I wish we are sti

I just scoff at him, deciding not to pay attention to this so-called pathetic mate of mine and my disowned sister, and enjoy the feeling of being safe in Dominic’s embrace as we continue making our way to the guest cabin. Many of my pack mates were already waiting for us, some making popcorn in the kitchen, and others in the living room going through movie options. I shake my head, smiling at the loyalty and companionship they have, before heading upstairs for a much-needed shower to wash away the tiredness from today. After towel-drying off, I slip on a pair of baggy, fluffy pyjamas and make my way down the stairs to join my pack mates. Dominic instantly pulls me into his lap the moment I w

“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

She reminds me so much of juliet. Before I could respond, the tantalizing aroma of food wafted towards me, filling the room with its delicious scent. Eyes widening with hunger, I watched as the girl presented a plate filled with a mouthwatering meal. The food was placed in my hands, and without hesitation, I began to devour it. The flavors exploded in my mouth, satisfying a hunger I hadn't even realized existed. The young girl watched in amusement as I ate, as she giggled and ran out of the room. I didn't even care about anything right now except finishing my meal.

As the night deepened, Simone and Adonis spoke in hushed voices near the fire. “It’s not just her hunger,” Simone said. “There’s something else stirring in her blood.” Adonis’s golden gaze turned toward Junie’s room, his expression unreadable. “Yes,” he murmured. “But it’s not hers alone. It’s the child’s.” And far in the distance, the council was already regrouping. The next night, Junie’s skin was pale and cold, her emerald eyes wild with hunger. “I can’t… fight it anymore,” she whispered. “I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.”