Hunger Games Novel Novels & Stories

She fanned her burning mouth. "Slow down will you?" His face cringed. "But I'm so hungry!" She tried to speak with the noodles in her mouth. "Tch, hot! Water!" She took the glass beside her. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue finding her hopeless. "I was so shocked by the fact that I'm inside my own novel, I forgot that I haven't had anything since the day I came into this world." She wiped the bowl clean and rubbed her tummy satisfied. "I was so hungry that I didn't even have a chance to complain about this food-" She smiled nodding.

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

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Chapter 12 Hadley I am joining a cult. . . Food. That’s how they get you. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know who made it and I really don’t know who cleared my plate. I am slouched back in my seat, holding my stomach, my mouth is slightly open and I am catching my breath while looking at the surprisingly nice ceiling. “Are you okay?” Alec’s mocking tone came. “It was just so amazing.” I hear Alec snicker along with a few other people around us. Did I talk that loud? I think I feel a little hot.

Some cheesy, overdramatic web novel I devoured during finals week, right before my body gave out from a delightful combo of stress, insomnia, and enough caffeine to stop a small horse’s heart. ...Oh. Oh, no. I died, didn’t I? No white light. No tunnel. No dramatic fade to black. Just one second I was stress-cramming for a sociology final, and the next, I was Lyra Carrington—the adopted daughter in a novel who gets politely kicked out the moment the Real Daughter returns from Switzerland or Paris or wherever rich people go to get cultured.

To avoid exposing my ignorance, I glanced at Quentin and then headed upstairs into the room he pointed to. Quentin, left downstairs: "..." I surveyed the room and found some professional books on the desk. I confirmed this was indeed my room. In the novel, "Zephyrine Everlynn" was a student majoring in aircraft design and engineering. Leaving the room, I saw Quentin carrying his suitcase upstairs. In my mind, I thought, Quentin Bennett's family is incredibly wealthy; why is the male lead carrying his own luggage? This doesn't match the billionaire trope at all!

So, let me ask again: Do you have it? The room goes silent. I doubt he will admit to taking whatever it is; I should really ask about that. "No, I told you. I haven't." Carl's words have Chase sighing. "Such a bad choice there, Carl. I look forward to our meeting." "Meeting? What meeting, Chase? I have no meeting planned." Carl's panicked voice proves he is worried. "You've heard of The Hunger Games. The film, the books and such?" Chase asks, and I hear Carl coughing.

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The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now. Well, I shouldn't be going around the library looking for a novel I like because what I'm supposed to be doing is taking care of a crazy bastard named Rhysand del Millero, who's on the phone. But I don't want to do that. I'd rather buy time with the books in front of me until the helicopter he's waiting for comes over to the bullshit he started. Damn, I hate this situation. I hate being stuck with a domineering, powerful man who loves to be heard more than to hear, and hates that I can't do anything.

Jane hadn't heard of the book until she was in high school. "How long was it?" For some reason, Jane had to know. "I don't remember. Three hundred, four hundred pages. And sad. It's the saddest book I ever read." "A Tale of Two Cities is sad, too." Were all long books sad? You'd think that after someone had read four hundred pages, the least he or she'd deserve was a happy ending. "Do you have it here? The Yearling?" "No. It was from the library. What do you want to make for dinner tonight? Maybe burgers, salsa, and guacamole? Tell Mom I'm going over to Sarah's house to study for the math test. What about you? What are you doing?"