Hunger Games Questions Novels & Stories

As the torch was focused on her face so I can see her expressions. "Yes, yes, you are asking what will we do now? So let's play a game" "Huh!" "Of course we will find some way out you dumb girl" I looked here and there to find something when her stomach churned. She is hungry so do I am. My stomach screamed in hunger at the mere thought of food. I turned around to save myself from embarrassment. "Don't you have any emergency gate here?" She asked out of the blue. "Oh shit! Why it didn't come to my mind?"

“Last time, you made the rules. We take turns asking each other ten questions. But during the whole game, each person only gets three chances to drink instead of answering. Once those three chances are used up, every question after that has to be answered.” He looked at her. “Do those rules still count?” Winter had always known Chris had an excellent memory, so she was not surprised. An unfinished game had to end eventually. She gave a soft hum. “They count.” Chris noticed she hadn’t touched the peanuts, so he pushed the plate a little closer. “We each asked three questions. I used one of my drinking passes, so we still have seven questions left. You still have all three of yours.” Winter ha

And now, those people were going to lose their lives because of a silly competition for power. I didn't care though. They could themselves for all I cared. I wouldn't bat an eyelid. “Does anyone have any more questions?” The second-in-command asked, his ball pen in-between his fingers. “Yes.” A small voice said from the back. She stood up, her cloak covering any sign of embodiment of her being a lady. “Is there a particular number of people going to die? Statistics, a range of 50-100 or more, or do we kill as we like?” She asked, her hands clasped in front of her.

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

" He looks at me and slightly cocks his head; he knows that I am not done with my questions yet. "Do we have animals?" "Just horses." "Are we going to go riding?" 'Yes." "Do you have those four-wheelers?" "Yes." "You playing twenty questions again?" I avoid his question, and a whole new level of stupidity sets over me. "Can I try something?" "Depends." "Depends on what?" "On what it is?"

“Why doesn’t anyone talk about you?” “Why did you leave the family?” “Where have you been all these years?” “Did you know our dad was a bad person?” “Did you ever try to help Mommy?” “Do you hate Grandpa?” “Are we going to see more of you now? “Do you live here?” “How long have you been dating Rohan?” “Do you love him?” “Did you know he loves you?” “Are you going to marry him?” “Are you going to have kids with him?”

"No—wait, yes. I mean, no. Let's not talk about what happened after that. Let's focus on the game of 21 questions." He chuckled and ruffled my hair when he saw me stammering. "What is it?" "You didn't answer my questions!" I exclaimed. "You asked three questions, while I was only able to ask one question that you answered very vaguely, by the way." "So, what?" he chuckled. "Do you want to ask your two questions now?" "Yes," I nodded my head. "Go ahead. Shoot it."

"Read the question." "Hunter picks up a card and places it face down on the table without even glancing at the questions. With a dark and angry smile, he meets Shade's eyes and asks "who's the last person you kissed?" "I roll my eyes as Ryder and Jem frowns. Their eyes jump between the two alphas. No one else understands the reason for Hunters question. The ladies around the table think nothing of it while the assholes (they can't be called gentlemen) wonder why Hunt wants that specific and seemingly innocent question answered."

I replied softly. "The game is called 10 Questions. I'll ask a question about you and you will give an answer and then you will ask a question about me and I have to answer you" He said explaining the rules of the game. After hearing about the game I was not entirely happy about it but needed to know certain things. "I'll ask first." I said. "Go ahead" He answered unbothered. "What language do you speak among yourselves?" I asked him. I really wanted to know this. He started laughing when he heard my question.

"Thirty-nine books in the old testament." "Correct." I have eight two points while she is still stuck at sixty-four points. "We have come to the end of the first stage in the final and the second stage is themed the survival of the fittest. This entails answering questions that are thrown. Remember each question carries five marks and if you are lucky, you can win the whooping ten marks for two great questions here which were set aside. Your names won't be called. If you know it, just answer it. Are you ready now?" He announced.