Hunger Games New Novels & Stories

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

It was dry and it tasted like punishment, my life in the human world wasn't luxurious but it was better than this! As I chewed in misery, I tried to focus on the next thing Inara said, but I only caught the end... “...after inspection comes the elimination round.” I stopped mid-chew. “Wait. What?” Inara blinked at me like I was stupid. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know.” “Know what exactly?” I said slowly, dread building in my gut. “The elimination match. It’s today. For new recruits.” I swallowed the bread like it was glass. “We’re fighting? As in actual combat? With what? Sticks? Teeth?”

"She can't pretend to be a grandma anymore. She's the bad guy. And bad guys always get caught." He stood up. "I'm hungry," Ethan said. "Can we have lunch?" Aurora stared at him. She saw the resilience. She saw the steel beam she had helped forge. "Yes," she said, standing up. She wiped a tear from her cheek. "We can have lunch." Ethan walked to the kitchen. Aurora looked at Liam. "She's gone," Liam whispered. "For now," Aurora said. She placed her hand on her stomach. The new life. The new stake in the game.

Nоt nоw. “Yоu new girls need to watch оut for сорѕ. Dоn’t snag thе rеgulаrѕ. Thеу’rе оurѕ. Don’t уоu be talking any ѕhіt аbоut Neon either. Shе’ѕ gоt spies. And dоn’t give аnу dіѕсоuntѕ.” Thе other nеw girl has perked uр a lіttlе since the trір out. “Hоw muсh dо wе сhаrgе?”

He smiled as he opened a cage and shoved them in. “Cory, Blake, feed these too. We’ll get a taste here in a little bit. We need to head to the last auction.” Both men nodded. They went into what Jenna thought was the kitchen and came back with two bowls. They handed them to Jenna and Nat. It was just plain rice but that was way better than slop. They locked the cage and walked out the door. So this was to become their new hell?

She wore a puffer coat with the fur trimmed off, her hair buzzed so close you could see the lines of her skull. “Teagan,” said Lyra. “I brought you a new pack.” Teagan spat into a coffee can and said, “You brought me trouble.” Carolina stepped forward, chin set hard against her collarbone. “We don’t need charity.” Teagan grunted, then grinned. “Good. Because there’s a war coming. And you look hungry.” Cas settled onto a milk crate and drained a flask. “Does she mean a war-war, or some kind of wolf-social-media drama?”

James “We talked about nothing,” she said, a nervous edge in her voice. I narrowed my eyes at her, suspicion brewing in my chest. I was about to press her further, but Katniss quickly cut in, her tone deliberately cheerful. “I’m starving! Look, I brought so much food for our lunch!” she exclaimed, holding up the bags like a peace offering. Something was different about her. She looked a little pale, but her expression radiated happiness. I knew Katniss too well—there was something she was hiding.

“Oh, but she is.” And then his blackened gaze slid to Lena. The moment their eyes met, everything changed. Something inside her snapped. Heat coiled in her stomach, sharp and unbearable, searing through her veins. Her breath hitched, her vision blurring. The hunger—the need—it was too much. A violent, clawing ache tore through her body, like she was being pulled apart from the inside out. She knew him. But she shouldn’t. Lena staggered back, her chest tightening, her body betraying her. No. No, this isn’t real. This isn’t—

The sounds from the next room grew louder and louder. There were the unmistakable sounds of a woman's moans and a man's rhythmic grunts. The noise disturbed the serene, peaceful night. I couldn't knock on the door to stop them, though. After all, it was my mother-in-law and her new boyfriend causing the commotion. My name is Jenna Cross. My husband, Chester Dalton, and I had only gotten married three years ago. Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman.

Ava’s hunger gnawed at her, demanding attention. She had been trying to suppress it, convinced that pushing through the discomfort would bring her closer to the new version of herself—the one Gabe couldn’t walk away from. But no matter how hard she tried to focus, the growling in her stomach drowned out her resolve.