Hunger Games Quotes Page Numbers Novels & Stories

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

Drake cleared his throat. "Open page number 139," He said and turned to the table. I took out the book from my backpack quickly, I didn't want to upset him, though his anger wasn't directed at me.

But she never listened when I asked her to leave me in the dark. “Lucien,” she said, her tone low but steady. “You’re pacing holes in the floor.” I froze, swallowing hard. My throat was dry, my hands clenched. “I can’t go back into that place like this.” Her eyes narrowed, flames shimmering faintly across her skin. “Like what?” “Starving,” I admitted. The word came out raw, broken. “The hunger’s worse. Every time I think about the academy, about the Interregnum, about the knives we can’t see, I want to sink my fangs into something and not stop.”

Seras slides off the piano bench. Seras: “We’ve got your back, storm queen. Fire, fangs, foxes, ghosts—the Forty-Eighth doesn’t stand a chance.” Holly raises her ghost glass. Holly: “To the Moroi Queen and her misfit court. May the Forty-Eighth choke on her own reflection.” We drink. The ghosts cheer. The night goes on. And for one heartbeat, in a basement full of dead gangsters and living legends, the struggles feel a little less heavy.

“A trial by fire!” He says it with such glee that I become sick to my stomach. Flames screech as fuel is poured upon the wood, causing them to grow tall and wicked. Immediately my heart begins to pound, sweat forming along my brow as I gaze upon my fear manifest. They crackle and hiss, Ryker taking slow steps as he looks at the Tributes. Nobody speaks, not even the lords and dukes as they are forced to watch this insanity unfold. “Naturally, any girl who doesn’t burn to death will be the true queen. Who cares if a few tributes lose their lives?”

“You’re lagging. The elders are hungry.” “I’m moving as quickly as I can,” I say, trying to maintain a neutral tone. “As quickly as you can,” she repeats to the table, and there’s a run of soft laughter like glass tapping glass. “Do try to make that faster.” I reach Lucian’s place. His eyes hold mine for a bit too long, and then, quiet enough that only I can hear. “Breathe.” “I am,” I say, not looking up as I set his portion down.

Mother, where is my sister? Lyra looked around. The little girl was gone. Her heart stopped. No. She stood abruptly. Where is she? Kael looked toward the center of the battlefield. There. A tiny figure stood inside a circle of darkness. The little girl. Her arms were stretched outward. Her eyes were glowing white. And in front of her... the First Hunger was screaming. You cannot destroy me! The girl stared at it. I'm not trying to destroy you. Then what are you doing?

com ]. Quote of The Chapter: "If I Had My Life to Live Over, I Would Find You Sooner So That I Could Love You Longer"

FL (The sentences with quotation marks are examples of the scene, you don’t have to follow them strictly) : She’s a senior year high school student. Being an invisible girl at school doesn’t bother her, because she knows her soulmate somewhere can appreciate her true self, the answer has been written on her wrist. “ Is it thy will, thy image should keep open my heavy eyelids to the weary night?”(the line is optional, you can devise your own) it says. She imagined her soulmate being helplessly old-fashioned romantic. They complement each other, she thought, because she never had much interest in art or literature. The first day of the new term, a handsome new teacher began his literature clas

--- My vision blurred. I wiped my eyes and kept reading. --- If one day you must choose between wearing a crown and protecting the people you love... Choose the people. A crown can always be replaced. A family cannot. --- The chamber was silent except for my voice. Even Rowan had forgotten to stand watch. Everyone was listening. I turned the page. The last lines had been written in darker ink. The writing wasn't as steady. As though my mother had been crying while she wrote. --- There is one person you must never hate.