Hunger Games Title Novels & Stories

she considered it unwarrior-like. "Can I steal the lady for some minutes?" Sophia said to the dark young man who was trying to woo Adina. who obviously couldn't read the expression on Adina's face, she was not interested. "You came," Adina said seconds after the young man focused his attention on the redhead who stood behind Adina. "I had to. I couldn't bare to live you hanging, also yulu told me what the hunger game is all about. They would be biting and clawing but not at us." She chuckled.

Why was I being too quick to rush to my death anyway! This monster just effortlessly killed two people right in front of me! Damn…. I could kill people effortlessly attimes, but I couldn’t dodge bullets! She finished making her announcement before I raised my hand to ask a question. “Excuse me, Ma?” “Yes?”, she cocked a questioning brow at me. “What’s your name?” “You’ll know with time, dear”, she smiled still jogging at a spot. “Just call me game master for now” In about twenty minutes, all schools had selected their fastest runners. Two for each gender…

I never thought that my silly literary dream will be started by this suicidal mind of mine. ‘How do I go with the title? Hmm.’ ‘Oh! a laptop? Are you not using this?’ ‘Thank you, Rose. I guess my month here will be purely about writing this book.’ ‘Title? Let’s see.’ ‘I got it!’ I flipped open the laptop that she provided me and looked for the MS Word application. My fingers caressed the laptop keys in preparation and pressed the letters SEX IS YOU.

She steps aside to answer, her eyes widening as she listens. When she ends the call, her squeal of excitement fills the room. “Nat!” she exclaims, pulling me aside so my stylist can’t overhear. “You’ve been called for a chemistry read for Haymitch’s movie! They’ve just told me the placeholder title: The Last Portrait.” My heart skips a beat. “The Last Portrait?” I whisper into the air in disbelief. She nods, practically bouncing. “Yes! This is big. You know they don’t just do chemistry reads unless they’re seriously considering someone. This is it, Nat!”

“Then why do you fight for a world that will never give you this back?” Rael swallowed hard. “Because I have to.” His father’s eyes flashed. “Then prove it.” The throne room shattered. Myrra’s Trial Myrra stood in a darkened library, shelves stretching endlessly into the void. Before her, books floated in the air, their pages turning on their own. Whispers filled the space, voices overlapping. She stepped forward and reached for one. Her own name was written across the cover. She opened it. Inside were the names of the dead. Every person she had failed. Every mistake she had made.

My heart pounded faster as I rummaged through it. Scrolls. Old and brittle. One of them had a title burned into the front. “The Chosen One.” I swallowed hard.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

I ask curiously. They all feed off my every word, like I've seen them do with Angel. Maybe it's because I wear his mark now? "Like I said before, this game will be different. You shut out your wolf completely, your only weapon is your fighting skill. You can hurt each other, but I want zero broken bones. How many of you have seen the hunger games?" I ask, a lot of hands raise, including mine.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”