Names Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Have you actually watched The Hunger Games? I asked her. “No, why?” Her face held a confused expression, so I explained. “It’s not what you think. Matter of fact, it’s not even about food. It’s more like survival of the fittest. They pick people and leave them in the forest where they kill each other until only one remains alive and come out as the winner.” Her face was horrified and annoyed at the true story of the movie. When she mentioned chicken and The Hunger Games, I kinda figured she hadn’t actually watched it because that’s what I thought when I first heard of it.

Kali moved the grain of rice on her plate with the fork she held. At some point during the excitement of conversations and family banter, she felt incredibly lonely. In the past, dinners with the Madden family were usually tense. She had grown used to the attacks from Giovanna and ridicule from Ysabel. It turned out that she fed off those things to keep her strength.

"Well, there are more shocking things in the world. What you have heard right now doesn't seem to be half of it." "I loved hunger games. Although I haven't really gotten around to reading the book. It was just intense and I loved it." "You should read the book." I urged him. He narrowed his eyes at me, wondering. "You sound like you've read it and you know what hunger games is about." "Of course I know what it is about, I have read the book. So the wildness of the story isn't strange to me." "Who the fuck are you?" I burst into laughter. "I mean, the way you sounded at first it was like you do not even know what I am talking about."

Hunger was a predominant instinct that outweighed fear in dire circumstances. Sasha almost couldn’t breathe when the mob outside dashed in and took over space in the kitchen, yelling their orders enthusiastically at Zen who was over the moon. The sniper decided to wait outside instead. If Zen wanted to spend his afternoon cooking for over twenty people, she would accompany him. Naturally, it was out of her sisterly concern and absolutely not to ask for a special snack later!

Bodies—lifeless, motionless. The thick scent of blood and smoke, burning my lungs. And then— Her. My daughter. Standing in front of me, wide-eyed, trembling. Her small hands curled into fists, fear written all over her tiny face. And me? I was reaching for her Fingers stretching forward, trembling, shaking— But not with love. Not with the need to comfort. With **hunger**. A deep, primal hunger that wasn’t mine. Or maybe it was. I sucked in a breath, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me blurred and wavered. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my face, rubbing at the cold sweat that clung to my skin.

She looked up to Nathan and said, “Tribute!” Nathan’s eyebrows were raised. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s from Hunger Games,” Helen explained. “It means that I will take her place. Whatever punishment you had intended for her will be mine.” Elma held Helen and said, “Miss, don’t. You are pregnant. I did the deed. I should bear the punishment.” Nathan turned to Elma and said, “Fine. So be it. Go, kneel at the door, and stay there until this time tomorrow. I think that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

Maggie said and closed the door behind her. I laid on the bed, sighing. Bringing out my phone, I dialed Ariana's number. Time to call my bestie. *** (Evening time) "Dinner's ready!" Maggie called from the kitchen. "Great, cause am already starving" Jace groaned. "You ate like 30 minutes ago." I complained. "And i'm still hungry." "Whatever." "What are we having for dinner, anyway?" Greg asked, coming inside the room. "Mashed potatoes, lasagna and..."

He said, angry at the hunger that befriended Jennet at the moment. If hunger is a living human, Hue would have to punch it in the face and toss it into the void where it could never find its way home. Even if hunger managed to get back, Hue would go to war with pan and spoon in his hands, defeating it endlessly. Hunger, a third wheel indeed because nothing good could be enjoyed when it appears. Truly a mood killer! However, Jennet was thankful for the appearance of the unexpected saviour. Hunger had spared her purity from getting devoured by the man before her. She was grateful for it, very much!

Bella snorted. "But isn't he like a hottie? Hehe," Jess grinned. "I don't know! If I get ten feet to him, he might kill me!" Gana shivered. "Stop exaggerating!" Jess laughed. I could only listen to them. I knew I wasn't going to find my mate because I already knew who he was. "No, if he can kill his parents, he can kill me," Bella concurred. "How come none of us heard about his appearance, but we know who was mated to him?" Gana pouted.