Novel & Cerita Monologues Hunger Games

"You know the rules. No one touches the other tributes before the King does." The words fell from Skye's lips like a curse, and in the sudden hush I felt the truck grow ten degrees colder. The dark-haired girl shot back to her seat, eyes glinting with malice. Skye just tilted her head, a cold little smirk playing around the corners of her mouth.

"The nerve of him, trying to seduce me. That filthy man is so shallow; does he think every woman will just swoon over him? Ridiculous!" Monica continued to curse as she changed her clothes. Her stomach was growling for food. However, she ignored it for a moment, preparing to head back to her apartment. Irish had been trapped there for days without food or water; Monica worried the place would smell of rot if Irish actually died a pathetic death there. She was certain Nathan was busy in Arini's room; whatever that foolish woman's plan was, Monica didn't care.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 I shove a spoon down my throat, and at this point, the taste doesn’t matter; I’m already perishing. A second ago, I thought I would die from hunger. “I want you to stay clear of Magnus,” Corvin declares, and I shove down another spoon. “You won’t tell me what to do,” I choke, barely able to swallow the amount of rice stuck in my mouth. I mean, who is he to do that?

All I can say is, Hunger Games eat your heart out. “Tonight we are, of course, honoured to have our guest of honour grace us with her presence this evening. Our first and only three-time winning champion, the lovely and deadly, Blackheart,” he says proudly as he gestures to me while the room claps. I nod graciously to Hexton and the room of people who are calculating all the ways to kill me. Laughable for Hexton to make it sound like I or anyone else here had a choice in showing up.

I ask, my voice trembling with discomfort and anger. He stares at me, closes his eyes briefly, and heaves a deep sigh. “Lana, you have to eat. You are a healer, I'm certain you know that if you keep this hunger strike up, you will be too weak to be tied to a Silver Pole, and you'll gradually die.” He pleads with me, his voice filled with desperation, but I respond with an emotionless stare. “I don't care if I die, Hunter. I’d rather die here than be that monster’s sex slave!”

I said. “Then you should die alone,” Ghen snapped. “You see us all, we are not accepting defeat until the last minute.” “I like your fate.” I mumbled. Just then, my stomach grumbled loudly, and I remembered I had not had anything since breakfast. I also remembered my deer stew and cussed at Noel. Oblivious of the deep shit I was in, my stomach grumbled again. Even louder than the first time. “Welcome to the club,” Logan's men said to me.

The auditorium was stuck in horrified stillness for several suspended moments as the words seemed to reverberate through the stagnant air like lingering shrapnel. Then, as if a flare had gone off, the room erupted in a deafening swell of heated discourse, with conversations exploding in a frenzied jostle to analyze the consequences, dispute the merciless protocols, and just absorb the grandeur of what had just occurred. "Can you fucking _believe_ this outdated initiation ritual bullshit they're putting us through?" Mia hissed beside Lila, clearly disgusted. "It's like something out of goddamn the nation of Pane - pitting all the districts against each other in some sick, contrived Hunger Gam

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?

Her monolog started to be audible at the quay of her mind, thought and consideration. Not only my Pete Jupiter, now she’s also able to get the attention from my new target – Virando Augustin Kuandy. Oh, Sumico… Sumico… What a real shit and rubbish girl you are! Perhaps, I might do something in order to teach you some lessons, warning you that you can’t just snatch anything which should belong to me; you can’t just have anything I want, anything I like as easily and simply like that! Mr. Thomas Felix Onggario also sounded out his monolog at the savannah of his soul, heart and perception.

Lena tells me and I shake my head and turn back toward Xavier and Tyler, and say, “They are both lying to us.” “We know they are lying but we can’t find the Alpha to prove it.” Tyler tells me and I turn back toward Dane and ask, “Where is your father?” “How the hell should I know where he is.” Dane says to me and I step closer to him. “Dane, I am not in the mood to play your games. You see I have had a really bad last couple of months and now my husband is dead and I may lose control at any time now and I don’t think you want that to happen now, do you.” I said as I let my teeth elongate so he can see them. I hadn’t fed in a few days and I could feel the burning in the back of my throat tell