Hunger Games Roleplay Novels & Stories

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

She wasn’t used to raising her voice but surprisingly, it did not hurt her throat in the virtual world. “We will distribute rewards for parties with the best contributions in the Egg Hunt. Although Guild Survivors welcome anyone, we will not let those who do not work eat for free. If you do well, you will be rewarded.” Oritha and Sasha were gone, deciding that they should get the Amazonian acquainted with the hunting grounds and NPCs to navigate the quests. In Liu Feng’s eyes, Sasha was simply receiving aid from someone to carry her to the middle floors. Akiko did not mind. In fact, if it weren’t for guild master duties, she would have been finding the craftsman to make the slime armour.

“Yeah role-play, like we each act out roles of each other. For example, I act like Ashley, and Ashley acts like me. We play out our roles in how each of one of us reacts, like copying each other's movements mockingly” “Ohh”, we chorused again but this was probably the worst game I ever heard off. If I were to act as Layla, the most famous line was to 'go to hell'. “ Okay, we'll go first”, Matt volunteered, and we had to tell them the even they had to act for

announces Dahlia with an evil grin on her face. ‘You didn’t say anything about having to play games.’ ‘I know, so you wouldn’t hide,’ she snickers through the link as I’m forced to join her and the other mated males to a table that has baby dolls with diapers on. Hunter looks displeased as well. ‘We will get you back for this,’ says Hunter through the link. Dahlia just chuckles as she yells begin.

Back at the pack house, Olivia had to cook most of the time and when there wasn’t enough food she could make a banquet from scraps and I always helped her, so I actually know how to make something edible out of nothing. “You’re surprisingly domestic compared to guys who love being all Alpha. Pathetic,” Katniss mutters, resting her chin in her hands. I roll my eyes but keep my focus on the soup. After a few minutes of quiet bubbling, the room starts to smell like actual food. “You know,” Katniss says softly, her voice losing its usual sharp edge as she stares into the flames. “It’s weird being back here. The last time I sat in this room, I was just a kid. Before my parents decided an Omega da

The game isn’t just a game—it’s a reflection of life, of battles fought and won, of strategies employed and sacrifices made. Before I can dwell too deeply on it, Lily tugs at my sleeve. “Mama, I’m hungry,” she says, her big eyes looking up at me. Jessica clears the game, and we all move to the dining table. The cooks serve us a hearty meal—roasted venison with herbs, crusty bread, and a side of spiced berries. The flavors are rich and earthy, grounding me in the moment. After dinner, Grand Luna Eve and Jessica excuse themselves, leaving Damon and me to play with the children. Their laughter fills the room, a balm to the tension that still lingers from the council meeting.

“Play?” “Roleplay,” I said, the idea forming fully as I spoke it. “You’re the engaged billionaire, I’m the naive neighbor girl who doesn’t know any better. We’re meeting secretly. You’re seducing me.” A dark chuckle escaped him. “That’s not roleplay, sweet. That’s reality.” “But in reality, I know better,” I countered, my voice gaining a teasing edge. “In the game, I’m truly naive. I think you’re just being kind. I think this is just… friendship. You have to convince me.”

Come on! Some people just want to be greedy with their beauty. Hunter King, the beautiful devil. I hate him. “Oh come on. Who are you still deceiving at this point?” Shut up brain! He seems to sense my hungry eyes feeding on him from afar and turns to look at the exact place I’m hiding. I quickly throw myself on the floor. Literally. OUCH Why can’t I freaking duck like every normal human would do in this situation? It works though as he just frowns and walks into the mansion.

“Where are my things? As much as I love this dress, I need to change into something more comfortable and homely.” He chuckled, bridging the distance between us. “We are going to have so much fun together, what do you want to do first? Horseback riding? Swimming? Fishing? Human chess?” “Human what?” I gasped, my heart racing. He laughed harder, throwing his head back and all. “Relax Evie, it’s just a game. Instead of actual chess pieces we use humans instead. It’s a role playing game, it’s fun trust me. Kaden, Logan and I played it growing up, in fact it’s one of our favourite games.”

She’s in her thirties and is wearing a jarring and bright contrast of a suit jacket, a skirt and a turban, plus a boa-sized layering of shawls and scarves. At least 20 minutes is spent filling out the personal information sheet. Because Kate is terrified out of her wits, she goes on auto-pilot. Her brain takes over and she has an almost out-of-body experience where she watches her own self going through the motions. The head examiner says “… yadda, yadda, yadda cream of the crop yadda, yadda, yadda…” and freely associating, Kate’s hyperactive imagination takes all of them to the Reaping. The head examiner – because of her eclectic fashion sense – turns into Effie. “Happy Hunger Games! And ma