Meme Hunger Games Novels & Stories

It’s the way we seek closure. I’m surprised by the number of apps on Aunt Kim’s phone. She seems to really be a fan of playing games like Candy Crush. She has a F******k and I*******m page as well, and along with following me and Louisa, the only other people she follows are horse or animal accounts.

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

But we are at the end, once we pledge them in. Now that the last of the new members are pledged in, we make our way through the gates and towards the packhouse for our dinner. I feel a little faint because of how hungry I am. I have no idea how people do this, eat in the morning, and go to war, only eating when the war is over. ‘Why do you think wars are so ferocious and filled with hate and aggression?’ Cora asks me. ‘Maybe if they ate more, they would be too happy to go to war’, I suggest.

I say. “Isn’t that similar to the Alpha Gen X games?” Liam asks, frowning. ‘Jayce is into them…’ Azura explains through the link. ‘A bit of a touchy subject with Liam.’ “Kinda.” I reply to Liam as Raven leaves the room. "It's in our nature to fight, the hunger and satisfaction in fighting... We need to channel that, to show them we aren't only fighting for when the need arises but as a sport too." “I guess this would be a good idea for those who are interested in that kind of thing.” Liam says with a nod.

But the heat underneath was undeniable. He did not apologize nor look away. He simply held her eyes for a moment, longer than usual, then walked past her with the faintest ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Mara spent the rest of the day thinking about that look. It wasn’t the gaze of a husband who had grown bored of routine. It wasn’t affection or habit or even appreciation. It was hunger, which was quietly restrained. And that restraint… unsettled her. The second time it happened was in the kitchen.

Tears were now out of the question, this was not the time for petty sorrow and self pity, I was starving and thirsty, but both men refused to provide me with anything other than death threats. "You're both devils." I don't think I have ever felt so much hatred for another human being until now. "So I've been told." Eye patch muttered, his attention remaining solely on the game in front of him. "You're both sick bastards and I hope you burn in hell." It was partly dehydration and hunger talking, but I nonetheless I meant what I said. "Is that so? How 'bout I take you with us?" Eye patch answered again, stalking towards me, I didn't break eye contact, I knew exactly what he was about to do and

"Do you know how dangerous that place is? When the scaffolding fell on her, she was still clutching the 300 dollars she'd just been paid. She kept calling your name, saying now she could buy you another toilet bowl!" The impassioned speech made a few distant relatives tear up. The onlooking reporters and fans also began pointing at me and whispering among themselves. "Oh my god, is that true? That's so cold!" "He'd abandon his own mother for money?" "He's definitely the most ungrateful player in esports." I listened to all the murmurs, my face expressionless. "So what? She went and got herself killed. What's that got to do with me?" No sooner had the words left my mouth than a loud slap land

"I'm hungry." Back in my teenage human days, I was an ass, I used girls and then dump them like trash. When I went to college, I was still an ass and hooked up with half of the girls there. I even screwed the Dean's daughter. None of them caught my attention, it was all for fun, until a certain human named, Sarai, entered my life.

And mine always below 4? "Love just accept it. You loose." "Whatever." I grumbled. "You want a rematch love?" "No. You offer a rematch so you'll get another wish." I pack up the board game and place it on the side table. It is just 3pm. And I am hungry again. What is wrong with my stomach? It seems like I am always hungry. I just ate literally an hour ago. "Are you hungry?" Gideon ask. "We just ate an hour ago." I deadpanned.

"Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game." "What if your Anxiety Level hits zero?" I asked. "Do you get a special reward? Like, God Mode?" The group fell into a strange silence. Then, they burst into laughter. "Hahaha! God Mode?" Marcus was laughing so hard he was crying. "Sweetheart, you think this is a video game?" "Anxiety at zero? Impossible," the guy in glasses scoffed. "Unless you're a robot or something." Ethan was frowning at me. "Ava, your player profile—"