Monologues Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I whispered, my words trembling with conviction, “I’ll make sure you choke on your own tongue before you ever laugh at me again. I’ll make your death so twisted, it’ll become a mystery whispered through generations. An eternity of dread every time they speak your name.” The guard only spat on the floor, unfazed. “Big words for a rat in a cage.” I smiled through the tears burning down my cheeks, a smile as sharp as shattered glass. “Cages don’t last forever. But fear does.” His silence this time told me he had heard, even if he pretended not to. I sank back against the wall, my chest heaving, my hands still trembling. The food lay rotting on the ground, but I didn’t care. Hunger could tear me

It was so beautiful. At this moment, the desire hidden in his heart ignited his will to live. He wanted to live. “F*ck! I don’t dare to watch such a terrifying scene. I’m still a child.” “I suspect you’re trying to act cool. That user named ‘Haizi,’ I’m ‘Yok.o. Why would I be afraid? I’m not even as wide-eyed as you.” “Oh my God, this is the first time I’ve seen such an awesome monologue. My mouth is smoking, and there’s blood and lightning all the way.”

he feeds me the details. It was as if I saw a lot of hearts in my eyes when he mentioned that and I immediately smiled. "I said those brands and a smile quickly appeared on your face while you hurt me when you first saw me. What a bitch Cassandra Monasterio." he couldn't believe what he said I just laughed. "Too much drama Rozzemick Fuederigo" I state. He laughed and gave me a hug. "Welcome back" I said with happiness this time and hug him back.

I laughed at her helplessness. "I know but trust me this one is surely one of a kind year" She looked like she was already giving up on the excitement. "It's too much!" She wailed and I threw a cushion at him. We were in the lounge as I shuffled through the playlist trying to find a song suitable for the situation. I ended up throwing the phone at the sofa. It started playing Monsters by Ruelle. My stomach suddenly started aching. I looked over to Hayden's room and estimated the time it would take to go to the bathroom. After judging I bolted, right for it. Oh man, the last thing I would want in this world was to get my freaking stomach upset. Well, maybe I had too much pasta. I came outside

The silence swallowed the words, but I knew I wasn't dead, because death would be quieter than this, and it wouldn't feel like a live wire was pressed against my spine. A sharp cramp twisted my stomach, serving as a reminder of the day I’d spent without a single crust of bread. The hunger was a dull roar now, competing with the flashes of the coronation that played on the back of my eyelids like a broken film—the betrayal, and the way the light in Lucas’s eyes had simply gone out when he looked at me, replaced by a clinical, hollow distance. I moved toward the glowing dais at the top of the ladder, though every step felt like walking through deep water.

Heather POV Alpha Shane swung his arm out and gestured toward the buildings. “Come on, Mona says that supper has arrived. If we take too long, those sons of mine won’t leave us much of it.” Alpha Shane and I walked in silence up to his quarters. Before we walked through the door, we could hear Luna Mona jokingly yelling at Reed and Lucas that setting the table does not mean eating the food as you place it on the table. Alpha Shane looks at me with a smirk on his face. “What did I tell you?”

As if this is a nice surprise for me. "Are we thinking of a completely new wardrobe? I'm just trying to get an idea of how many pieces we are looking for Mr Whitlock" Tayla gestures for me to stand on a small podium in front of a large set of mirrors. Rhodes releases my hand and nudges me forward gently as Tayla takes my bag from my shoulder. I slowly approach the podium and stand on it, reminding me of that one scene in the Hunger Games before they are all let loose into the arena. Where's a kid with a spear when you need one, honestly launch it straight through my head right now I don't care, anything to get me out of here.

Let the elders hear your voice. As midday approached, hunger gnawed at my stomach, but Taehyung forbade me food, calling it "preparation for submission." Instead, he summoned water and bread for himself, eating with one hand while watching me like prey. The chamber's shadows lengthened, mirroring the dread building in my chest. Finally, as the sun dipped toward afternoon, he stood, gesturing to the door. "Come. We inspect the grounds. You walk behind me—like the omega you are."

"But if I accept, I'm going to stay here, aren't I? I don't want to go far away from Maria. Unless she wants me to leave." "You'll have a better life, do you really think this is luxury? After all, you'll be Mr. Monroeli's secretary." "Look here, you asshole, do you think you can buy me off with your blackmailing potatoes? Do you really think I believe you? You're just saying that to make fun of me later, with that asshole cousin of yours." "I am nothing like you think I am! I want to help you, but I can see that you're visibly drunk and there's no point in talking like this, I'm going to lose my reason."

she cries with horror. "Do it quickly, lady. My men are watching your Ginny, who is eating Chilaquiles," he smirks. "I tried that meal once, you know. Wondered for an hour that what I had just ate. Uh, why are you staring at me? Because of my handsome face? Slit your wrist, C'mon!" "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because, I can't change myself." Alyona bents down and slowly picks up a tiny piece of broken glass, shaking lightly. "You'll rot in hell, you monster," she curses. Mahone turns to the blue, quiet sea. "I already have," he chuckles.