Hunger Games Quotes Page Numbers Novels & Stories

Torn pieces of books lay on the floor before her, the red words painted on the wall just above the locker had spelled the words. A whore mother will always give birth to a whore. “What a loser,” she heard Jessica snicker and the rest of the people in the hallway burst out laughing. “Deep breath, deep breath” she could hear Alya growl, begging to be let out and tear every one of them into shreds, and oh goddess she was about to do just that. Dorothy reached for her torn notes, gathering the shredded pieces on the floor as she tried to calm the growing anger inside her.

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?

Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go. “Kyle- Kyle!” Katniss’ voice shoots through as she barges open the door, which does not happen. She is usually quiet. Once her eyes meet mine, I can immediately see the panic in them. She is holding a fire torch in one hand and is wearing a black cloak — there is another one in her which she throws over to me. “We need to leave now. They are onto us.” I stand up immediately, leaving behind the bread I was previously eating. ‘Who?’ I sign.

Chapter 13 “But” Juliet tries to oppose. “Stay quiet. Are we going to struggle our whole life to make both ends meet and one day repent for everything we did after we grow old? Let this day be a day of remembrance that we could cherish in future. Keep off your stupid intuition and enjoy the time while it lasts.” Savannah interjected Juliet.

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

My brain can't process what is going on and I just froze there. "What now? The double happiest woman?" He said and I look at him who is grinning showing his white teeth. "Well, I... I think it is," I said and look away because my face is so hot and I know it turns red now. Lucas, what did you do to me. I really fall for you so hard now. ________________________________________________________________________________ How's chapter 18? don't forget to vote comment share ****** Much love from me Little Munchkins

Thirty suns. ​My notebook was gone, burned to ash by Lillian’s lighter three weeks ago. “Look what I found.” Lillian had said three weeks ago, her voice a cruel, melodic lilt. She began to tear a page out, the sound of the paper ripping feeling like a blade across my skin. “It’s full of such... pathetic longing. Did you really think a prince would keep a stuttering little thing like you?” ​She dropped the torn page into the puddle of stagnant water outside my bars.

My heart skipped a painful beat, and I paused, my throat suddenly going dry. Lucy noticed my hesitation and stepped even closer, her hot breath fanning across my face as she lowered her head. "I said exactly what I said," she repeated, her eyes gleaming with a strange, unstable light. "You are going to be dead very soon. So, I am just standing here calmly letting you run your pathetic little mouth right now because I know, with absolute certainty, that your time is running out. Even if Michael doesn't end up choosing me in the end, at least I will still be standing here alive while you are rotting in the ground."

⸻ “Welcome…” He smiled. “…to our favorite game, Brother.” ⸻ Dozens of hidden speakers activated throughout the maze. Lucien’s voice echoed from every direction. ⸻ “Tonight…” A pause. ⸻ “Only one King leaves Venice alive.” — End of Chapter 22, Part 3 —

Julian said, eyeing the red light as it crept closer. “If we do jump, we survive, but we’re strangers who just finished the race,” Maya whispered. The Eye hovered close. Shadow-spiders swarmed. “Decide now!” the Ghostwriter screamed, holding out both hands. One had a blue ink-pot—take the jump to the end. The other, a plain pencil—the path of fighting through the middle. Maya saw the red words on the page: > “They chose the easy way. They took the jump and forgot the struggle.”