Hunger Games Novels Novels & Stories

Kara struggled the most. She had been a shadow for so long that being flesh and blood felt like a prison. Her body demanded things she had never needed before. Food, water, sleep. Warmth when the wind blew cold. Rest when her muscles ached. She had not known that hunger could hurt so much, that thirst could make her throat burn, that exhaustion could make her bones feel like lead.

She had to repeat the class twice because of this. No, not I went the wrong way, it was them. "Don't look like that, she doesn't mean it," said Uncle Roderick at some point. "She's just afraid that something might happen to you." “But nothing will happen to me.” I put a bitten bread back on the plate and ran my fingers over the title of my book. Proles - The changing nature. “After all, that's what I train so much for. I work harder than anyone else and I am the best in my group. I am the best at everything and I will continue to be. "

I saw Jules Verne's books, The Hobbit and Lord of Rings series, Hunger Games trilogy, and a lot of books that had managed to catch my attention but I had all of them at home. That's when my eyes caught Percy Jackson. I had two among the series and I had three remaining, so without any doubt, I picked them off the shelf gracefully. Out of all the numerous books in this category, I chose those books. Of course, I like them but I had not thought much about completing them, it was intriguing but I just did. It was as if I was under an Imperius curse or something. Whatever! Right when I turned I came face to face with Karthik, who had an eyebrow raised going under his chocolate bangs. I distanced

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

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.

I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. Months go by like this and I begin to lose hope. I have taken to stealing to keep up my supplies as I am dragged world by world, the tugging never ceasing. "I must have travelled to at least a hundred worlds by now. Maybe I should just head home and tell father that this was all a lost cause." I think, the depression begin to overcome my resolve. The tugging begins again and I am once more thrown from one world into the next. **************************************************************************************************************************************************************

My finger itched as I let it rest against the trigger of my gun, I had spent way too long being inactive and it was making me nervous, well the nerves probably had something to do with the hundreds of dead that were clawing at the walls beneath our feet trying to find their next meal, their next target. I took a deep breath, Clara was ready at my side, her gun clenched in her hand, her eyes roaming the masses below us. I still couldn't get over how well she had been handling herself. Joining the army was a huge adjustment under normal circumstances and this was far from normal.

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.

Even back home, when all the pack gathered to eat, everyone wonder how she ate so fast. " I'm just really hungry" She would say " Besides we can't let good food go to waste, can we? " She would try to justify her actions making the whole room erupt into laughter. Alena laughed seeing the huge grin on Haven's face. Haven really was something else. Hi My lovely Readers, I've three more books on Goodnovel, Alpha's Sexy Seduction Rejecting Alpha Lucious(Sequel of Alpha Lucious) His Purchased Wife. Do check them out and also please follow me on F*( Elk Entertainment) and i.n.s.t.a(elk_entertainment) Thank you so much, love y'all

This is just the beginning, loving the billionaire series continues with: Book 2: A Game With The Billionaire (Emma and Jeremy) Book 3: Taming the Billionaire (Nicole and Xavier) and possibly two more for Ethan and Nicholas. Until then, stay smart like Arya and Wanda, sweet and kind like Clara, and maybe, just maybe a little cray cray like Anna and Alisha (minus the murders, obviously!) See you in the next one!