Hunger Games Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Rachael POV Hunger beat through my stomach so hard it felt like something alive was clawing at me from the inside. I grabbed my small bag with shaky fingers, the strap rough against my jaw. It had been too long since I’d eaten anything real, and every breath felt lighter than the one before, like my body was giving up little by little. If I didn’t find something soon, I knew I’d pass out. Maybe for hours. Maybe forever.

I frowned. “Well, what did happen? I mean, we all know you had sex. We could hear her after all.” she asked. “She was angry at me yet not. It was weird. She wants to hate me. But apparently, I’m kind, making it difficult to hate me, which makes her angrier. Then suddenly, she’s kissing me and has resolved that if she’s going to die here, she won’t be a virgin. And apparently, the remaining boy tributes are not people she’d let touch her, which apparently left me.” I sighed.

Chloe leaned back against the pillows, the room thick with tension. Hunter settled beside her, his fingers brushing hers. “Chloe,” he started, hesitating. “I can’t focus. I’m starving.” She stayed quiet. The air felt heavy, like everyone was holding their breath. Hunger wasn’t something they talked about, not until now. The crowd watched the screen. She turned to him, her voice steady. “One of us has to keep it together, right?” Her hand grazed the faint scar on his face. “Hunter, no matter what happens, I hope you get what you’re after.”

"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.

Hyrene was still angry so she didn't move from where she was. None of them could even doze since the Alpha was still in pain. "Are you fine now?" Farell asked. Marcus nodded his head. " I'm hungry," he said. He took the towel Farell was offering him and mobbed the remains of the sweat on his body. Hyrene knew he was talking to her, so she, without saying anything, went out to get food for him. On her way, she thought of what might have happened. She wasn't happy because she didn't know what was going on between her husband and Selena.

just been a delusion I'd clung to all along? Agony consumed me as I stressed out each word. "Unless Vivian dies right in front of me, I will never forgive her. Never." Kyle's temple pulsed with a throbbing vein. The air grew thick with his Alpha's oppressive presence, suffocating the room. "Serene, we've only been apart for two years. How did you get so vicious? You won't forgive Vivian? Fine. Then at least apologize to her. "I won't have the whole pack whispering behind your back, mocking their future Luna as some petty, bitter woman! Your mother chose to end her own life! If she hadn't, your father wouldn't have remarried.

“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.”

"I... She told me to cut the ingredients in certain sizes but to me, they are going to be excreted out, what's the need? She let me put a lot of salt in one of the soups. She made me bring the food to the table and had my brothers and dad watch me while eating. I was tired but she forced me to eat everything. She didn't even let me rest. I had to return the damn dishes to the kitchen and wash them. Make the whole kitchen shiny while doing my best not to po*p on myself. I thought it was over. But no! She just had to send this miserable daughter of hers an errand. Tell me, what did I ever do to deserve this, huh? Yesterday, my parents made me run up and down the stairs over 500 times and my ph

Standing at the same height as I am, my beta is also my best friend and he’s too persistent to let this go. ”She never told us where she’s from, y’know, and now you’re staring at her like you want to devour her.” ”I do not want to devour her.” Mort scoffs, “Yeah right. You being horny has nothing to do with the now destroyed trees out in the woods.” I ignore him, ”A wild animal could have done that.”

“So what happened? You think Damien was going to kiss you in front of the pack?” Another one smirked. “He doesn’t even look at her anymore unless he’s forced to. Poor thing’s still delusional.” “She thinks she’s Luna material just because she got some d,” a third whispered with a laugh, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Girl, go back to dancing, Maybe that’s the only way you’ll get his attention.” I said nothing because if I said anything, I’d break. So I bit my tongue until it bled. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten in days. The rich aroma of stew, chicken soup, sautéed vegetables, and seasoned meat swirled through my nose like cruel temptation. My stomach growled so loud, I hugged it to shut