Hunger Games Quotes Page Numbers Novels & Stories

\" And the result is the burning of your hands and this is only the beginning. What else are you waiting with every point you score in front of it will be part of you losing it, Allen stops that damn revenge enough to come here \" \" There is no longer any room for Hadi to retreat. I have entered the hornet's nest. There is no way to survive now \" He knows that she is right, there is no longer any room for retreat, because she left him, he will not leave her \" Let me help you treat burns, and I hope it's the last \" \" I hope so too \"

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

This was it—the answers she had been looking for. She only had to flip to page five hundred and thirty-nine, and she would get her answers. Her fingers shook as she flipped through the pages, reciting the page number like a mantra. Her heartbeat was increasing with every breath she took. Until she got to the page…

He tried to stop Ahuizotl but Tristan came from behind, biting his leg off, making him fall down. His mind and posture trembled, throbbing in pain as Tristan looked down at him dead in the eyes, dominance coming to his face. “The Art of Dark Magic, Verse 235, ‘Those who strive for lust are greeted with remorse.’” He quoted a verse from his favorite book, etching the reminder of what happens when greed drowns a person. Huzefa looked at Tristan, not trying to move anymore, accepting his defeat as he curled his lips upwards, “Yeah… you are right.” He hummed, accepting his death.

I simply grab the books, and nod, "I-" I lose words. My mouth closed like a fish. I nod again, "This way," I glance at the stack, "Do not forget the books please." I turn away, marching toward the shelves. My ears are burning, my heart is thumping. Selene help me. Help me And my vain little heart. ————————————————- To say I have not recovered would be an understatement. My hand rests on over my heart as I stare out the window, and hum down the chatter of the slaves around me.

I focused solely on them, making sure I didn't turn to look elsewhere once. In no time, it was a tie, as we both stood at equal scores. They had played their final round, and now, it was my turn again. If I failed to answer the question, I would lose, and Roxanne would win over me. I could picture her smirk as she stood over me in victory, and all of a sudden, I could feel the fire pulsing in my veins again. A student lifted the card before me, flashing me the question I needed to answer. It was a quote from Dante’s Inferno....something I'd read recently at home as I'd glanced through one of my novels.

This action of her causes a scene as on-lookers from nearby crowds emerged. “You have no right to judge how I live my life. You also have no right to insult my choices. You have zero rights to insult the man I love and lastly you have no permission to declare him dead, do you understand me?” Katniss seethed angrily at Ludale then let go of his shirt violently. It caused him to stumble and fall back to the bar table which almost caused the glasses to tumble and break. “Your discernment of people who aren’t so privileged financially is absurd. You, my mother an everyone else who shares that belief are the problems of the world. To hell with all of you!” Katniss snapped and Ludale laughed at he

I whispered, my words trembling with conviction, “I’ll make sure you choke on your own tongue before you ever laugh at me again. I’ll make your death so twisted, it’ll become a mystery whispered through generations. An eternity of dread every time they speak your name.” The guard only spat on the floor, unfazed. “Big words for a rat in a cage.” I smiled through the tears burning down my cheeks, a smile as sharp as shattered glass. “Cages don’t last forever. But fear does.” His silence this time told me he had heard, even if he pretended not to. I sank back against the wall, my chest heaving, my hands still trembling. The food lay rotting on the ground, but I didn’t care. Hunger could tear me

every quote or motivational speaker failed in front of her one true desire of dieing because she gave upon her living. I did right or wrong I don't know, but I fed her poisonous food with my own hands which she ate happily, I literally cried in my mind with every bite I feed her and she cried really but she said they were her happy tears. And that was the last forehead kiss I gave her, before she got lost into oblivion. Flashback ended.

The Hunger roared in terror. And for the first time since the beginning of creation… The Witness smiled. 👁️ ⸻ Because the truth had finally begun to awaken. ⸻ End of Chapter 46 To Be Continued…