Let The Hunger Games Begin! Novels & Stories

She looked like a trapped deer, not able to move as the Victoria girl towered over her. My feet were moving before I ordered them to, and I heard my name as I drew close. None of them heard or saw me approach until I was right up on them. "Give it to me. Are you drawing him again? Dream on, Gabe Russo has no interest in the likes of you." What the fuck? Victoria held out her hand for the book while Gianna clutched it closer to her chest.

She thought, puffing her cheeks and looked away from him before she jumped on him and punched his smug face. Since they were going to use drinks and getting spilled could be inevitable, they had to step out of the house and play the game at the yard, you could see the beach from there. The house was near the beach, the view just so convincing and breathtaking. Jemima and Aileen were the ones to prepare for the game, they brought bottles of wine and red disposable glasses, Jemima placed a stick from where they were standing and then she walked some few meters forward and then put a stick, marking the starting and ending points. Soon the game began, what was at stake was becoming a cook for th

“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.”

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

My cheek burned with searing pain, and in an instant, my face swelled up. Flashes from dozens of cameras blazed in front of me as a swarm of reporters rushed toward me, their questions coming at me like arrows. "What's your relationship with the CEO of Armstrong Industries? We've caught you coming and going with Mr. Armstrong—are you his mistress?" "It's widely known that Mr. Armstrong is dating the popular celebrity, Ms. Loxley. They haven't broken up. So when did you start seeing him, and how did you get involved in their relationship?"

“Let the games begin.” She stepped out with Celeste and Mina, laughing faintly, but her other hand grips the crumpled note in her pocket, her smile a mask, her eyes burning with the promise of blood.

And just like that— The real game began.

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!

~ As soon as Horia appeared in the Infirmary, Kenan looked like he was about to lose his shit. "Dyare! What is the meaning of this!" he growled at Lady Dyare who stood inches away from him. He was in a higher position than her and if he dropped the honorifics then he was really mad. Of all the supreme males, Kenan was the most reserved, so seeing him like this was a surprise. "Your Highness, the Hunger Games is coming to an end and it is only normal that it becomes tougher in the arena." He scoffed as he grabbed her by the neck as she struggled for breath.

It made things more interesting: if there was a high risk, they had to fight to survive. “Pack business,” is all I reply as he nods his head as if there is more to it than that. If only he knew the truth. I’m glad she woke up when she did or I don’t think I would have been able to leave her alone. I know I wouldn’t have. Fuck … I will not be weak! I knock back the whiskey, sucking my teeth as do. “Let’s do the scores,” I announce as Hunter clicks on his keyboards the glass window into the arena turning into a gigantic screen where the 6 girls appear their pictures in circles as their starting scores.