Hunger Games First Chapter Novels & Stories

I ordered some food for us for dinner I went and set the table up for dinner now watching TV I hear the doorbell it was the food I ordered I pay the delivery guy than set the food up on the table when I was done I hear the doorbell ring again I open it come in Sir Charles then close the door behind him. Have you eaten anything I ask him he reply no not yet ok this way I reply leading him to the dinner table to sit down I call out Allen name 5 minutes later he's sitting down. We all ate and discuss something Charles let us know he has a lead on Mike parents he thinks they the ones who set this hold thing up after dinner Allen and Charles went to the office to discuss what's in the box I clean

he grunted. I stared at the meager offering—a hunk of bread and a cup of water. My stomach churned with revulsion, but survival instinct took over. With trembling hands, I reached for the bread, taking small, hesitant bites. The water tasted of metal, but I drank it anyway, each swallow a reminder that I was alive while my family... I couldn't finish the thought. Instead, I focused on the bread in my hands, forcing myself to eat even as my body threatened to reject it. Each bite was an act of submission, of acceptance—the first of many, I knew, in my new life as the crown's plaything.

Albert When I woke up, the first thing I felt was hunger. It was a deep, clawing hunger that hollowed out my insides and made my hands tremble as if I hadn’t eaten for days. My lips were dry, my throat parched, and every bone in my body ached as though I had walked to the ends of the earth. For a long moment, I simply lay there, staring at the thatched roof above me, trying to remember where I was.

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

The voice did not reach me through air. It arrived inside my bones. "I don't know where here is." "No one ever does at first." She dropped another page into the basin. Ash lifted without smoke. I took a step closer. "Are you real?" A smile touched her mouth and vanished. "Does it matter if the warning is?" My pulse climbed. "What warning?" She turned one of the journals over in her hands. The leather cover was warped, initials almost burned away. "They will call it hunger because that word makes them feel separate from it. They will call it corruption because that word makes them feel innocent. They will call it madness because that word lets them build walls."

Trigger warning: This chapter contains explicit scenes, readers discretion is advised ------ Alina Pov: The first time I opened my eyes, I saw a ceiling—dark wood, carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. I felt my body pressed against something soft, not the cold ground of the cave. Valerian’s face hovered over mine, his eyes with a look I couldn't decipher I couldn't move, my body was paralyzed, Cold, yet burning. The pain was suffocating, curling deep inside my chest until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to, anyway. It felt like too much effort, what was happening to me?

It was easier to remain control of people who were struggling just to keep food on the table. Time was ticking by at rapid speed. My anxiety was increasing with every passing moment. If I was late for sign in, I would score myself another beating. My body was weak, I was out of breath, everything ached. Every step felt like the last in a marathon. I was dizzy and light headed, I needed food. I could swear I was going to pass out at any moment. But I kept walking, I had to. The sign in stall at the entrance of the city was for once a welcomed sight. It was decorated with blue and red ribbons, like something from a carnival. I leant on the bench for support as I signed my name, I could hardly

Hi! So i've been thinking of this story for a few days now. and i wrote the first chapter. don't worry. I have also written Leia's chapter and will post it soon,after i edited it. But I was wondering if you were willing to read the first chapter of my new story, which hasn't got a name yet and tell me what you think. it's not related to the iron river pack. Chapter 1 : Memories. “Mate!” a man's voice said.

Ronan shouted my name. But I was already moving. I lunged at Elena Ashford, my claws extending, my teeth bared. I didn't care about the consequences. I was going to kill her. END OF CHAPTER 10

Because out of all the horrors the visions had showed me, the most terrifying is the first one. Nova. In my bed. And fuck me, but I want it to come true. … Time blurs. My body aches like it's been ripped apart and stitched back together wrongly, but her arms around me somehow keep me steady. After a while, I finally find my voice. "I'm hungry." The words are barely even a whisper, and I sound like I swallowed sandpaper. Her head jerks down to look at me, wide-eyed, as if she’s startled by me saying something so... normal. "Hungry?"