Peeta Hunger Games Quotes Novels & Stories

heavier. I take another bite of my potato wedge, trying to enjoy my food but I become nervous and restless. The expression on people's faces are going from annoyed to almost alarmed. I send a video of the sudden shift of atmosphere to Yasmeen, saying: "Look, I think something's about to go down! Will I finally be the main character of my own YA, dystopian novel? Hahaha!" I quietly giggle at my own text as I shove another wedge in my mouth. Side note, I love potato anything. Just cook me a potato and I will eat it. You can never go wrong with potato dishes.

I lifted my head, gawping at him with my serious gaze. “I AM SO HUNGRY THAT I COULDN’T EVEN OPEN MY MOUTH, OR THINK STRAIGHT. YOU SHOULD AT LEAST GIVE ME SOME FOOD BEFORE ASKING SOME FOOLISH QUESTIONS, YOU KNOW!” *cricket sound*

Like the end of existence itself. One final attack. One final gamble. Then the battlefield froze. Immediately. Because everyone knew. This was it. The final clash. The deciding moment. Victory. Or annihilation. Then Thomas closed his eyes. Just for a second. Then he remembered. Peanut introducing herself again. "My name is Peanut." Then Lily's smile. Then Ava's laugh. Then Rowan's stupidity. Then Cassian pretending not to care. Then Elena's hug. Then Adrian's handshake. Every precious memory.

This action of her causes a scene as on-lookers from nearby crowds emerged. “You have no right to judge how I live my life. You also have no right to insult my choices. You have zero rights to insult the man I love and lastly you have no permission to declare him dead, do you understand me?” Katniss seethed angrily at Ludale then let go of his shirt violently. It caused him to stumble and fall back to the bar table which almost caused the glasses to tumble and break. “Your discernment of people who aren’t so privileged financially is absurd. You, my mother an everyone else who shares that belief are the problems of the world. To hell with all of you!” Katniss snapped and Ludale laughed at he

Steam immediately escapes from the potato where I've murdered it. “Someone with a functioning brain explained things to me instead of throwing me into a kitchen and expecting a life-changing experience.” Emma stares at me over the rim of her glass. I shove the potato into my mouth and stare right back, though it's hot enough to burn my tongue, I don't look away. Pride requires sacrifice. “And who might that be?” she asks, tilting her head slightly. "Evan," I say, using that chance to blow out the hot air from my mouth.

Even I can tell that I’m slower than I was this morning. “You have to fight like your life depends on it, girl,” the Pitmaster says, distain in her voice. “Because it does.” She stared at me fiercely a moment, a gaze I tried to mimic and return. Seeing that, she sighed. “Look around you. Every person in here would take your life in an instant without question.”

The old man said to her with all seriousness: If you are hungry, so you said to serve food and eat, why do you just look, I feel your hunger and your stomach is in pain because of this hunger. sera looked at her seriously and said, "I'm already very hungry, but what if he was putting me a drug pill or something like that, what am I going to do then and the worst is that it's a deadly poison I can't do anything and I will kill like this without a goal."

with his head bowed low Diego said, his whole body was filled with endless injuries, and there was no sign of it healing, obviously caused by the poisoned chains. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Those who failed and betrayed the pack are the ones who should be sorry,” I said softly. “You’re all warriors who fought till the end, so never bow your heads low.” They lifted their chins, and I met their eyes with determination, hoping to instill some strength and courage in them. “Enough of the bravado talk already, and let’s get down to business!” Rebecca shouted, her hands clenched into fists, her voice tinged with urgency and frustration.

I have never been one to turn down free food, but I need to make their lives hell. Sitting down, they both watch me. I take the fork and take a small amount of the jacket potato and put it in my mouth and swallow it down. Placing the fork back down, I stand and walk back to the bed and lay back down. “You can take it away. I’m full.” I mumble as I turn my back on them both. Game on motherfuckers, welcome to hell.

Raphael lifts a brow. “Damn, you read my mind.” “Yeah right, he reads your mind,” Axel snorts, sliding his hand possessively over my waist. “He doesn't read minds, Peyton. He just knows you're basic when you're hungry. Scrambled eggs and probably enough bacon to clog an artery, right?” “Shut up,” I mutter, though my stomach betrays me with a loud growl. “And I’m not basic. I’m starving. There’s a difference.”