Hunger Games Signs Novels & Stories

There are no shortcuts. Rule 3. Warning signs and clues scattered throughout the levels to provide guidance, indicating possible dangers — Red drawings depict trap locations, velvet sketches warn of places to tread carefully, and black marks signal other looming threats. Symbols will indicate possible dangers — crosses mean fog, stars mean flashing lights and noises, withered roses mean pits and thorns, skulls mean poisonous gasses and darkness. But remember that above all, these clues and warning alone doesn't guarantee 100% of safety. Players must strictly proceed with caution.

It is a feeling: sunlight after rain, a shared root full of sugar, a child’s hand. Grow together, they say. I open my eyes. My throat is tight. “We sign,” I say. Lyana holds out the clipboard like it is a sacred object. Hayes actually laughs, then signs the lichen with a fingertip where Sky shows him. His signature glows green for a second, then settles. I sign next. Draven after me, then Wrath, Caiden, Sky, Creek, Rowan, Eli with Jonah’s hand over his, Silas with a hand that shakes only a little.

He should be attending some top notch art school or something like that instead he's in this shitty apartment making art with supplies I found in a dumpster. I find him hunched over a painting of a soon to be cat, his brows arched in concentration. I tap his shoulder gently, 'hey buddy' I sign. 'Hey' he signs back. 'What’s this one called?' 'A furry dream' he signs, paint stained hands shaking with excitement. 'Well maybe you should take a break? I brought food.' His face lights up, 'pizza!?' I chuckle, 'well it is made of flour…: He grimaces all the excitement seeping out of his blue eyes.

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

Almost. I was starving because he wouldn't feed me. I was weak because he worked me like a dog and gave me nothing. I was falling apart because he was breaking me piece by piece. And he thought I was doing it on purpose? I opened my mouth. No sound came out, but I pointed to my throat with my bloody finger. Then I made a gesture toward my mouth. Food. I need food. The sign language was clumsy, desperate, but he understood. Killian laughed.

I look over to Maddox, wanting to ask him why the hell this is even a thing, but instead I receive the eyes of the last dressed in red, giving me the hardest stare a person can give, making me keep all the curses I want to yell down. She looks away from me then around to the other people who all have pens now, ready to sign something. “Anyone in this court that agrees to these actions, please sign below and depending on the amount of signs, we can get on with this contract.” Maddox pulls a pen out from his pocket and grabs the paper from me. He doesn’t even hesitate to sign it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! I don’t want anymore kids, especially not with Maddox! I’ll die if I become pregnant again!

Every line of his body radiated money and power and the kind of authority that had never been questioned. His gaze dropped to the contract scattered across my floor. "You read it." "I—" The words barely made it past my constricted throat. "I — I — Don’t understand. ” “What don’t you understand?” “Why are you threatening me?” Those dark eyes held mine, studying me until I had to resist the urge to fidget under the weight of his attention. "Sign it.” "Sign it?" My voice cracked on the word. "You're threatening to kill people and you think—"

She was tired of playing games. As the call ended, her warm façade vanished, replaced by a smirk of satisfaction. Moments later, Penelope entered the room, carrying a tablet and a folder. “Ma’am, there’s still no news from Anthony.” Signoral’s expression darkened instantly. “What do you mean?” she snapped. Penelope hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “He hasn’t sent anything yet. We’ve had no updates on his progress.” Signoral’s lips curled into a snarl. “That coward. He thinks he can defy me?” She stood abruptly, pacing the room like a predator stalking prey.

What she received in return from him was just a cold sneer. He held on to his pen with his slender fingers as he signed the documents. Summer had not felt frustrated. She gave a light smile and said, "I'll count to three, and if you don't answer, I'll just take it as you're not hungry. One, two, three. Okay then, I see that you're truly not hungry. I'll leave you with your documents. I'll go and eat first."

I say, reaching out to stroke her hair, “It won’t be forever. Just until you learn control.” “What do I do if I get hungry?” she signs as she anxiously bites her lip. A good question. I offer her my hand and she takes it without hesitation. I lead her through the living room and into the kitchen, walking over to a large, reinforced door and place my hand on it.