Peeta Hunger Games Quotes Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard and looked down at my blistered feet. This wasn't the first time I was referred to as ugly. “She's ugly and looks diseased, she's of no use here.” My heart was already doing a jig, if she decides to reject me now. I'd take the opportunity to run away, to a far away town where no one will ever find me. Her next words shattered my hopes of freedom. Like a stone thrown at a huge mirror. “It's a shame we can't return any of the tributes.” My hearts sunk into the depth of my stomach slowly.

The question came from Jonas. Of course Jonas. Now all the children looked up. ‘Hunger?’ ‘Yes.’ Jonas crossed his arms. “People are always hungry.” A boy wrinkled the forehead. “We can no longer be hungry.” The sentence hit everyone. Because he showed how long these kids were here. How much they had forgotten themselves. But Jonas suddenly grinned. “Then you have never tried my pancakes.” “They are dangerous,” Mira immediately said. “This is slander.” “You almost destroyed a kitchen once.”

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.”

Lucas said, glaring at Hattie in displeasure. “I do have IQ, sir. I was always the top scorer in primary school and junior high,” said Hattie sweetly. Lucas was really at a loss for words. He was not prepared to continue talking to Hattie solely because he would be angered to death if they kept talking. After that, Lucas walked to the window and noticed the streets were full of zombies. If he went down now, it definitely would not be a wise move. “Sir, I’m hungry.”

He better not. "She looks familiar" Luca was referring about Delilah. Of course she would look familiar to him considering the makeup Mia had on her didn't expose her well. Mia groaned, yelling "So? Stop being a butthead and hand the helmet!" "Why are you so upset? You look like someone got you angry" he mocked "Have you not heard that saying 'a hungry man is an angry man' look here, I don't joke with my appetite. My lunch is supposed to be over in few minutes. Lilah, could you explain to this idiot"

And I knew he'd do it; I knew that he'd hurt me like he said he wanted to. "I...I..." "What?" he growled. "I have to pee," I squeaked. Hezekiah cocked one of those thick eyebrows at me. "You what?" "I have to pee," I repeated. "And I'm hungry." "You're hungry?" he said the word 'hungry' like it was foreign; how dare I, a living human being, be hungry? "Yes, I'm hungry. I'm starving, actually. And I need to pee. That's the least you can do for me after biting me in the fucking neck—"

"No matter what challenges lie ahead, we'll face them together. We are a team, and together, we can overcome anything." As the fire continued to crackle, we settled in for the night, knowing that the true test of our abilities and teamwork awaited us in the days to come. The Hunger Games had brought us to the brink of our limits, but we were determined to emerge victorious, carrying the hope of the Crescent Hills with us into each new challenge that awaited us.

Scott announced, faking a smile. “But they are pulling each other's hair,” the police captain pointed out. “Oh,” I muttered, laughing awkwardly, “Ignore them, it's their love language.” “Why would I be in love with this sex-starved idiot?” Greg asked angrily. Nikita scoffed, “Can you all hear the potato talking, or is it just me? You should be in the kitchen, washed and prepared to be fried or boiled. If only you had been born when God made the ten commandments, he would have used you to make it eleven… thou shalt not look like a potato!”

I had sat in this cage of an attic, curled up on a thin mattress, forgotten. I rubbed my hands over my face and whispered to myself, “I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” The words cracked in the silence, but hearing them out loud gave me a strange spark of courage. A plate of food still sat in the corner, Leah’s attempt at kindness. The meat had turned gray, the bread was stiff. My stomach twisted painfully, but I shoved it aside. Hunger had become my shadow, a quiet friend that reminded me I was still alive.

"Rita, do you want to see Mommy? Do you want to have steak?" Wisdom argued directly and there was no way Rita could find herself any excuses anymore. "This time, Rita's reply was rather straightforward." Yes! Then tell them that you're hungry! Wisdom made hays while the sun still shone by guiding Rita steps by steps. Rita shouted immediately. "Open the door! I'm hungry! I want to have steak! I'm starving! I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts! Ouch, it hurts!" "As Rita shouted, she hugged her stomach in pain. "