Let The Games Begin Hunger Games Novels & Stories

When she mentioned chicken and The Hunger Games, I kinda figured she hadn’t actually watched it because that’s what I thought when I first heard of it. “Then why is it called The Hunger Games if it’s not about food?” I shrugged in response. I wasn’t crazy about movies, so I didn’t really know. After a moment of silence, she said, “Humans are odd.” “I agree. How come you haven’t watched it yet though?” I asked curiously. She got a wicked glint in her eyes and pointed to her stomach. “One word, girl, honeymoon. This baby didn’t just make itself. That would have been cool though, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a virgin.” She joked while I made a face at her.

My arrows barely did anything to that beast, and it was charging straight at me when Darius appeared with his gun and—boom—dropped it like it was nothing. I glanced over at him again. He was laughing at something one of the other Alphas said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The sound of the horn and a loud crackle from the nearby speakers startled me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Attention all female participants! The games are about to begin! Please report to the starting line!” The female games. Right. I had almost forgotten. I turned to Matilda, who was just nearby with her leg all wrapped up, resting as she sat on a carved wooden bench.

“Ready.” Before I can protest, he grabs my arm and we walk through the door, greeted by the great scenery of the school’s arena. The students in their bleachers cheer loudly and vibrantly, all excited about the games about to begin. It’s a full-on hunger game shit right now. Adrenaline pumps through me with excitement. I don’t know what the heck I’m doing here but damn it. “You see, everyone’s too focused on the field to bother about what happened days ago.”

Windows tinted. Her phone buzzed with a message. Dante: Get in. Her pulse skipped. She could’ve ignored it, walked away. But she didn’t. Because this was the game. And if she wanted to win, she had to play. The car drove her across the city, weaving through traffic until it stopped in front of a building she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a restaurant. It wasn’t an office. The glass façade gleamed with understated luxury, the kind that didn’t advertise but commanded.

Because this time Lexie knew who she was truly giving herself to. A moan slipped from her as I took another lick as I lapped up more of her juices for the hunger I had building inside of me. Nipping at the pink flesh my fangs elongated enough to pierce it slightly without causing any pain for me to take a taste of what flowed within her. The taste of her juices mixed with her blood sent waves of hunger and desire to my soul begging me to make her mine. I wanted to shut that part of me down, but I had promised Lexie this one night of me truly giving myself to her. So instead, I gave into the hunger and devoured her pussy like it was the last meal I would ever get from her.

Adelina's soft voice echoes. My heart fills with relief and I open the door. She has a movie playing on her laptop, horror I think, and a bag of snacks slung over her shoulder. "Duty calls," she chirps before plopping on the bed. Adelina is already sprawled out on my bed, her laptop propped up on a pillow, and a bag of chips in her lap. The horror movie's playing, but she's more focused on her snacks than the actual plot. I sit beside her, glancing at the screen as a suspenseful scene builds up, but my attention keeps drifting back to Adelina and her never-ending supply of junk food.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

I deduced with a subtle shake of my head, "weird is putting this whole situation a little too lightly." "Are we going to get a hint about the first game, Alpha Killian?" Orion's chirpy lilt commanded my attention. My father's mouth twitched, "The first game will be held at sunset tomorrow. That is all I'll be sharing about the event." "Keeping these games rather secretive are we?" Orion enjoyed this and the fact that he enjoyed it made my skin itch. He was too thrilled to ruin someone's life just in the name of a game but had the gumption to want to be friendly with me. I genuinely hoped he lost the first game as I glared down at my bowl of three-bean soup.

“You’re just in time, dolcezza.” Harley nodded. “Dinner.” “War,” Gavin corrected. I blinked. “Did you guys actually… set up a food competition?” Luca grinned. “Welcome to the First Annual Alpha Games. Three challenges. The winner gets the room next to yours.” My eyebrows hit my hairline. “You’re joking.” “I never joke about prime real estate.” I looked at Harley. “You’re participating in this?” “I didn’t start it.” “That’s not a denial.” He shrugged.