Hunger Games Novel Novels & Stories

It was a novel about a girl who was mysteriously transported a thousand years back in time and first became the second daughter of the Qu family before she was married to the Eight Prince of Dongue. I enjoyed the novel for its intriguing plot twist that had me glued to my phone for hours. I was momentarily distracted by the novel because I had forgotten about Draven and the ongoing war. Well, until the door suddenly burst open. That's when I noticed that it was soon getting dark out, and the room was already so dark that I could barely make out the people standing right outside the door. There were four able-bodied men. As I tried to make out the people by their stature, I realised that ther

"I didn't bring a present on your birthday, so maybe now. Sorry for being late, and I brought you books that you may likeㅡ" I immediately closed the box and returned it to him. He was surprised by what I did and seemed even more confused. "I can afford my own things," I said and turned my attention back to reading. I saw him smile and scratched the back of his neck while still facing me. "It's up to you, the limited edition cover of the Hunger Games is still here.." He said softly but I heard it. Wait for what? Did he say limited edition? I gasped and immediately grabbed the box back from me but he was stronger and had a tighter grip on the box so I couldn't get it back. Fuck!

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.”

Every prole was a danger until it had breathed its last breath. Reese felt for his pants pocket only to find there were no cigarettes in there. Good thing, smoking was forbidden in the bedroom. He could do it in the kitchen or in the living room, but I didn't want the smoke in here. "It is very unlikely that you will get anything other than roast rabbit and beef chops in Historia." Accidents could happen in Historia too, but that was not an issue here. "They should be fed poison." "Unfortunately, that won't be on your menu." Reese got up from the bed, came over to me and gave me a kiss on the head. “I call Jilin and tell her that we will accompany the transport. You can make food in that tim

All together I know I look ridiculous from head to toe, but hey the only spectator here is a drunk man who probably wouldn’t be able to tell his hands from his ass, so I’m good. I make my way back into the living area which has no trace of William, which I must admit gives me a little joy and I settle on the couch and pick the novel I had dropped earlier, hoping to continue reading it. My stomach growls loudly and I bite my lips, knowing my hunger is just looking for the last box of cornflakes to devour, and I sigh, knowing I have to let it win. I get up and move back to the kitchen and I bring the bowl over to the counter while flipping the page of the book in my hand.

I did not look back at the troughs as I cleared the steps. The script of the novel was completely gone. There were no neat acts or heroic chapters left, just a messy, suffocating reality where the villains and the victims were breathing the exact same black smoke. There was no grand confrontation waiting for us, just the long, dark walk up to the Great Hall through the grease and the ash, with the midnight deadline closing in like a trap.

But the temperature inside is whatever the temperature outside. That night it was hypothermic, but I was happy and content having this room for my own. My cousins couldn’t stand everything about it, so they took the more decent rooms. There were also vermin and termites that needed to be sprayed every month. Those little creatures were persistent in rebuilding their territory, but they’re not destroying wood, so… I just let it go. Perhaps they only wanted shelter. I stared at my desk. I smile. The very first novel I was about to finish. Fighting Dahlia!

[katalina] I’m with Hunter now. We’re taking the route back home. My body is aching like I’ve been hazed by a fraternity. On our way home, Hunter was so serious on the road. He won’t believe me when I confessed that Bernard was just a fictional character in the book I was reading before. He didn’t know about my past. Nor he deserves to know. Of course, prior to I became a researcher and writer in one, reading pocket novels are my pastime. It helps me to escape the cruel world.

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

“Romance novels wish they were this interesting. Or that the protagonists got to eat so much cheese.” Carolina watched the light filtering down through the fractured dome, how it threw squares across Xander’s knuckles, Lyra’s limping smile, the sulfur-bright gloss on the battered playing cards. For a moment, everything else receded. The hunger and the running and the trenches of old grief; all of it shrank, replaced—not by hope, exactly, but by a stubborn obligation to keep living, and to keep these people living, too.