Meme Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The kind that can only be earned in the face of death. Mr. Yellow sat beside me on the stone ledge, chewing contentedly on a honey bun larger than his head. He sighed dramatically. “Well, that was dramatic,” he said, licking his paw. “But I must say, for a kingdom on the brink of destruction, your people throw a surprisingly tasteful post-apocalypse picnic.” I chuckled, resting my head against the cool stone. “You didn’t help much, you know.” “Excuse me, I organized vegetable warfare. Broccolini is traumatized.”

At once, the gaming group blew up. 'Hilda, who are you calling Mommy? How could you be so shameless? You really did lose your memory and you're not the Hilda that I know! You've changed!' Rex wrote. 'But this lady is really good and I'd like to call her Mommy too!' Little Kitten added. Upon reading this, Hilda replied with an eye roll GIF. Meanwhile, Linux continued watching the battle. Nathan was once again cornered by Michy and it was only a matter of time before he was killed again.

This was partly because her mind had gone into survival mode and also because, deep inside, she knew it was a hallucination brought on by extreme stress, exhaustion and dehydration. "Don't just stand there!" Lexi cried in a moment of crazed bravery. "If you're going to haunt me you could at least help me out!" The cries were muffled and came out inaudible, not that it made any difference. He didn't move. 'What use are you?' Lexi thought. She was vaguely aware she was losing the plot, but it didn't seem to matter. She didn't feel particularly surprised or worried when his static smile widened into a grin. When he stepped forward and leaned over, standing with his hands on his knees, his long

Mom turns to see me. She observes my black tank top and blue mini skirt. I watch her eyes lower to my black high-heeled boot. "You look like a stripper," she says. "Mom. I'm a cheerleader now. I can't afford to dress like a nobody," I grumble. "Go upstairs and change now, or I won't allow you to be a part of that cheerleading team!" Soberly, she says as her hand points upstairs. I throw the banana on the kitchen counter and stomp my feet hard, returning to my room.

I stare at the empty bag of Lays by my side, a snack I'm grateful I packed. I wish I brought more though, I have contacted a bit of Adelina's unhealthy snacking habit, and I'm a tad bit grateful for it. Even watching a movie doesn't help, I'm famished. Fuck. Why do you always have to be so stubborn Emma? Even after taking a shower, and drinking three bottles of water, nothing is helping. Can I even order food? Would I need to pay? Nah, can't risk it, this room is probably on Liam's tab, he'll know if I order food, but…ugh my pride!

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”

[Atticus] We all went out to pizza after the photoshoot. Liliana opted out. She was already overwhelmed by the morning’s activities. So our pizza lunch ended up being a status update on the progress of our game. The waiter didn’t bat an eye when I ordered a pint of beer to steady my nerves. Even in our prep school uniforms, the townsfolk know not to question us when we ask for something. Madison, Evie, and Laz are sitting very close together looking at a screen. I don’t know what they have planned, but by the way, they keep giggling and pointing, I can already tell it is going to lead to some kind of spectacular heartbreak for Liliana.

“It’s not too late to back out. I’m a very lazy person, and I can’t even cook or clean. I’m only good at eating. If you really want me as your girlfriend, you’re going to suffer.” Zeke shrugged. “Forget it. I’m not good at it anyway. I have cleaners at home. I guess I have no choice but to pursue a sloth like you, who’s incapable of doing anything at all.” “Are you a masochist, Mr. Russo?” Mimi laughed. Zeke rolled his eyes. “Any more of that,, and I’ll stop feeding you and throw this oatmeal away.” Mimi quickly complied. “No, don’t! I’m starving. This is my first meal of the day. If you throw this away, I’ll starve to death.”

Drake chuckled and agreed but insisted we eat first. We made our way downstairs and to the kitchen. No one was around. That was weird for a pack house not to be bustling with people and activity. When I inquired about the lack of activity and people, I learned that Drake had ordered the pack house empty for the day. He would be mind linked in an emergency if his beta couldn’t handle something. I started to mind link my brother and apologized for the inconvenience when I decided not to, maybe Drake had not actually mentioned me or why he needed the privacy. Drake asked what I wanted to eat as he began to pull things from the fridge. I told him anything would work and he quickly began throwin

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.