Hunger Games Questions Novels & Stories

We were born on May 21, despite being four years apart from him. "Boxers of Briefs?" "Briefs." “Coke or Sprite?” "Coke." “Burgers or Pizza?” “Burgers.” “Country music, or Metal?” "Metal." I frowned. Rearranging the list of questions in my head. “Action or Romance?” "Thillers." “Coffee or Milk?” "Coffee." "Orange or Apple?" "Orange." “Cats or Dogs?” "Both." “Soccer or Basketball?” "Soccer."

"Not just to her council or nobles, but to the quietest voices in the realm. The ones too afraid to speak unless someone makes room for them." There was a pause. I didn't know if it landed well. Didn't care if it didn't. It was the truth. The jackal-masked elder nodded slightly. The first few questions were simple enough, designed, I assumed, to ease us in. But they weren't random. They were carefully constructed to reveal character, not just charm. "What would you do if the people hated you?" "How do you handle failure?" "What is the difference between loyalty and obedience?" Each question dropped like a stone into water, sending ripples through the girls who sat around me.

Like a piece was missing. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Of course. I opened the message. A single line. YOU’RE STARTING TO SEE IT. My chest tightened. Another line followed. BUT YOU’RE STILL NOT ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTION. I swallowed. Because that again. That phrase. The same one from before. Ask the right questions. My fingers hovered over the screen. Then I typed. What question? The reply came instantly. WHO BENEFITS MOST IF YOU AND DAMIAN DESTROY EACH OTHER?

A dare. It was crazy. And yet... "You owe me." "I do?" I asked. "I won our game. Which means you owe me an answer to any question of my choosing." He said. "You made the rules, Hunter. I haven't yet cashed in my win." I swallowed. "What do you want to know?" My heart was pounding against the walls of my chest. And the world ceased to exist around us. My mind provided me with a million things he could possibly want to know, and I braced myself, prepared for anything.

“We are not letting you leave this office until we are done with you.” His words immediately sent sharp thrills running down my spine, making my pussy clench around nothing. I was hot and bothered all over already, and I swear there's air conditioning on in this office. “Let's play a game…” “What game? Your games are usually tricky.” “This one is simple…if you fail the question, you have to pick a dare, and that means you have to remove a piece of clothing from your body. Are you ready?” Hunter asked, that bad-boyish grin plastered on his face.

“I doubt there's such a thing as a ‘nice’ elite. Besides, Layla hates elites to the core. There's no way she'd be friends with any of them.” Patty gave me a look that said she didn't agree with me but she didn't say anything. I looked around. “Aren't we going to get in trouble for just standing around here at the gate?” I asked. She shook her head as she looked around too. “No. No one's here and the teachers don't care. The other elites are probably messing with a sub somewhere.” She said. She smiled at me like she just realized something. “You know, if you were right about us being in a hunger game, there would be more subs here for them to play with. Maybe about fifty or a hundred.”

“‘Cheers.’ Really? You chose a bar called ‘Cheers.’” “They have good food. British pie.” Beady eyes took in Jona’s hoodie as the thug forked at a piece of pastry and chicken before swiping at the gravy on the plate. Harris shoveled the food into a hungry mouth, glancing up nervously at Jona’s lethal stare. “What’s your fucking problem?” he asked. “Imagining the different ways I could kill you. It’s a game.” “You’re crazier than I am.” “Damn right. And I’ve racked up more bodies at half your age. Never forget that.”

I said and she nodded. “Have fun”Mom said. “And probably take a step forward before coming back to this house”Keith said and I groan. “Well, how do you like the food?” I asked once we get to the restaurant and ordered. “It tastes amazing” She said. “So what do you think about the twenty questions game?” I asked and she frowns. “What is that?” She ask. “That where we ask each other questions about ourselves” I said. “Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question”

Leon now had to answer one question correctly or all three of them would fail. “The exam will last one hour. BEGIN!” Commander Hades shouted the last word. Sophia scanned her test. The first question was a cryptogram that wasn’t too hard to figure out. But as she scanned all throughout the pages, she thought these questions were impossible. No normal amateur Knight, let alone Leon would be able to answer them. Of the people Sophia knew, she believed that Zain and herself would be able to answer these questions with ease. Jennifer, Zac, and Caiden would probably walk out from here without a sweat.

,she looks confused. "I don't know that game",she looks away embarrassed. "just a game where we get to ask each other twenty questions and we answer truthfully. I can go first baby. What is your favorite color?",she smiles getting it. "I like blue, she smiles big, what is your favorite color?",I smile. "green, she looks at my eyes but nods, what is your favorite foods?",she looks at the food before answering. "I really like pasta but being diabetic I can't eat that all the time. I love pizza especially pepperoni",her face flames.