Hunger Games Questions Novels & Stories

"A game? What kind of game?" "A question game," he said, a boyish grin curving his lips that made him look disarmingly handsome. "Simple rules. We take turns asking each other random questions. It's high time we actually got to know the little things about each other." A soft smile tugged at my mouth as I looked back toward the cobblestone path. "Okay. That sounds fun. Who goes first?" "I'll start," Leo said, tapping his chest dramatically. "If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

“You're hunger is ravishing. It's delicious, a sweet succulence that I completely understand. If I offered you more helpings to feed that hunger, would you take it from me?” I turned to face her for the first time since it was over with Keith. She could read my eyes, she could hear my thoughts. I knew she already knew what I would say, but I also knew she wanted to hear of it out loud. “I would have questions, of course.” “I know, and I will answer anything you may ask.” “What is this hunger?” I blurted it before I thought about it. Shaking my head in embarrassment, I turned from her hungry eyes.

I tell him and he moves to the edge of his seat. “If Mr. Himes was here then you definitely have an issue. They only send him when they want a problem to go away. What I don’t understand is how you are still breathing.” Xavier says to me and now I am really concerned about what I have gotten myself into. “Are you saying that I should be dead?” I asked him as I placed my hand on my stomach that all of a sudden began to hurt and growl. “Ms. Thomas have you eaten today?” Xavier asks and I know he heard my stomach growl.

Her mind suddenly flashed back to a particular day when she was in the kitchen and ma'am Benita told the maids to prepare the prisoners meal, she heaved a sign of relief that she was going to eat so she tried to fight the hunger and wait patiently. Few hours later she began to hear noises, the prisoners were screaming which made Bianca move closer to the gate. She saw that they were struggling to get some food tied inside nylons which was being thrown to them like they were animals. The guards got to her cell and threw a nylon which rolled to the end of the wall, and she couldn't find it because of the cell was dark. She ran back and began to use her leg to search for it for some minutes un

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

Xavier asked me. " You'll find out soon." Turning to the guy. I lowered myself to his level. " Now I am going to ask you a question which you must answer truthfully. Anytime you don't, I hit your legs with this stick and raise a little higher. Do you understand?" " Go to hell..." He gritted. I hit the right leg with the stick. He groaned in pain. " I asked a question! Do you understand?" " Bitch!!" Left leg. He groaned in pain. " Yes... Whatever!"

His tone is sharp, with a slight warning to it, “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Who are you? Where am I? Where is this place? What am I doing here? Where is…” I try to think but I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember anything. Who am I? What is my name? “You ask a lot of questions,” He raised an eyebrow at me, amused, “Let's strike a deal. Each time you take two spoons of this porridge, I will answer one of your questions. How about that?” I give him a murderous look, my tone accusing, “I don’t eat from strangers.”

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She was no longer sitting upright with a straight back like before as she shifted more than half of her upper body weight to lean on the bar counter. “Here’s the third question.” She pursed her lips ever so slightly with great effort. Then, she asked, “When will our game end?” He could not answer her question immediately this time as he had done with the two previous questions. He remained silent until she turned over to look at him with her head propped on her arms. He answered, “I don’t know.”

“I am tied up like this, how can I talk to you? Release." "Do not want. We will have three games. I choose the first game next will be the last brother will be one of the three of them. Accept?" "Depends." “My game is very uncomplicated. Answer the question. The rules of the game are very simple. If you answer three questions correctly I will release one of them and if you do not answer one of them. some of them will die. Then it will be more fun.” "Is that interesting? As far as I remember things like this, you like it."