Hunger Games Fanfic Novels & Stories

He might have felt embarrassed and annoyed, so he had probably taken revenge against those who pushed him into this situation, especially someone as meticulous as Hayden Forger. But regardless of the reasons, as long as they caught him, everything would be clear. "Let's eat!" Her stomach was empty, and she didn't want to endure hunger because of those who hurt her. She needed to eat to have the strength to fight against the wicked. Damian Desmond took a warm porridge box from the bedside table, patiently feeding her. Within no time, she had finished a bowl of meat porridge. Fiona Forger licked her lips, showing she wanted to eat more, but Mr. Desmond quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue.

It’s barely any work at all. Bryce nods, but I can tell his attention isn’t with me anymore. It’s drifted, and because I lack anything better to do this morning, I let myself get involved in the strangeness of teenage romance once again. If I look around, there’s a possibility that I'll see one of two people. I’ll either see Skye, the pretty blonde hair, blue eyed girl I harvested with once, or I'll see Heath, who has also been growing rapidly and is looking more and more like a warrior.

“You’re such a sweet soul, Anya. I have no doubt we’re going to get along just fine.” “I already love you!” Anya grinned. “We’re totally going to be best friends—just like the boys. You’ll see!” Then Anya turned toward Hunter, her lower lip jutting out in a playful pout. “Hunter, did you hear that? Hector’s fiancée is pregnant. They’re already way ahead of us, but you—” she poked him in the chest “—you won’t let me get pregnant.” Hunter sighed, running a hand down his face. “Anya, please, not again. We’ve talked about this. You’re still in school. You’ve got two years left, and I want you to finish.”

As for Jongin, Taemin's sister Lexia stuck to him, like gum stuck to his shoe, and he had already entered before Damontry and Sehun. All the delicious smells crept into her nose, to swallow her saliva madly. This is really harmful to her savage instincts. She wants to pounce on food and eat it like a wild animal. She doesn't have to act like a cute royal cat just because it's taking on the body of a baby Sivana.. She needs food for the fencing. She rolled her eyes between the worn-out tables, well, the food didn't seem royal and proper to Sehun, but it was like bliss for Damontry.

[The Hunger of 7.0] The screaming in my head had finally stopped, replaced by a cold, hollow hunger that didn’t belong to my stomach. It was a vibration in my marrow, a demand for something physical, something solid. For the first time since the mountain, the Heir wasn’t just a voice—it was a parasite looking for a door. ~~~

Does he love me ? " I'll kill you." Adelia growls chocking my neck. " Adelia , no. She'll die." Marica says. " Let her die then. Azriel marked her , I'm going to give her a painful death." Adelia growls as her nails change into horrible claws. What is she !? " As you say sister. Let me help myself on her too." Marica smirks digging her teeth into my thighs again.

” She sighs and I see the pain in her eyes. “My parents hated each other. They were nothing but two people who got put together by the Reaping. They were as far from soulmates as you could get. Growing up with those two examples you could only imagine how I felt about mates. Elliot, Thomas, and I have been friends since we were in diapers. So in all truth, I got incredibly lucky that I was able to be with someone I loved. I don’t call Elliot my mate when we are alone or with Thomas. I call him my husband.”

I had to survive first. The spoonfuls of food kept coming, more and more until the food did not need to be forced into my mouth anymore. I opened my mouth now, taking in the food faster than before. And then after a lot of spoonfuls, I succumbed to the darkness. ___________________ "Fuck, I'm so hungry." I mumbled, twisting around on the bed. "You'd have to get up to your feet so you can have something to eat." I heard Aiden's voice say and I swiftly sprang up from the bed with a force that ended up spraining my neck.

“Boss, this is a good time. Their bodyguard is with them. Let me go plant the bug.” I don’t turn to look at him, my eyes locked on the women laughing on the court. My voice is sharp but steady. “Go now, Gabe.” I don’t turn around to face him, but from the corner of my eye I see Gabe slipping away through the south exit, heading straight for the car park. The Hunger Games has officially begun.

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.”