Picture Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The campfire flickered and spat, its orange glow throwing dancing shadows across the walls of the ancient arena. They huddled close around the flames, eating hot canned soup from battered tin bowls. The aroma was faint—more metallic than comforting. Terry scowled at his meal, stirring it halfheartedly with a spoon. “Not chicken soup again? Why can’t we have normal food for a change?” Lizzi didn’t look up from her laptop. “Do you see a Hungry Jack’s around here?”

Her voice was so soft that only she could hear it. She felt as if her heart was about to be swept away by his warmth. She felt dizzy and as if she was about to float. Hansen really began to eat. As soon as he sat down to eat, he felt extremely hungry and gulped down his food. When he finished eating, Jenna had already eaten her fill. It was just that the box of rice was barely touched and she didn't eat much. He frowned with his sword-shaped eyebrows. Why did she eat so little? She must know that she had to eat two people's worth of food now. No wonder Jerry was always so hungry that he cried.

He turned to look at her, his lips parted in a smile and his eyes hooded with his desire. “Hello,” he murmured, pulling her toward him, “You’re awake.” “I am,” she said, tracing her fingers over his lips. Then her stomach rumbled noisily, “and I am so, so, so, so hungry!” She sat up trying to recall when last she had eaten and suddenly a rush of images flooded over her. She sank her face into her hands. Astrapi, impaled. The Princess and Zlo’s blood dripping from the spines of The Shackled One. Madame Skia’s wounded body lying shrouded by the shimmering moon dust. The monster’s final moments.

Any and every boyish to male fantasy the reader can think of, they have it on paper. Leah began spreading the cling-on wrap and covered the aluminum trays of uncooked meat. After wrapping everything, she stacked four on each other and set them aside on the counter near the sink. Leah did all that until the counter was empty. Paul wasn't bad-looking at 50; some of his colleagues say he still got it. They weren't aware that behind his looks was an obnoxious, machismo prick. Leah's husband thought little of her, which infuriated her to no end.

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."

[The Hunger of 7.0] The scream wasn't coming from my throat, but it was vibrating through my teeth. It was a sound like grinding glass and dying stars, a digital hunger that felt like a swarm of insects crawling beneath my skin. The Heir wasn't just a voice anymore; it was a ghost trying to claw its way out of my chest to take its first real breath.

annoyance and fear swirled in his eyes. "That's so odd, though. You mean all I've had to do this entire time is spike your food with a peanut and I would have gotten rid of you?" A mischievous, dark smirk curled at my lips. "Whatever you're thinking, stop. I'll never eat here again," he warned. "I'm not thinking of anything," I feigned innocence, "but if you refuse to eat, you'll just die of starvation anyway. So either way..." "I can always hunt for my food," he pointed out.

The creature that chased Hugo quickly rushed at him and attacked him, but Hugo could teleport quickly and hit its ally. ——- When they came out of the water, Tyler shook his hair with his hand. His face is serious. Kyra was staring at Tyler because he was handsome while the wet T-shirt he was wearing curved his body. “Are you alright?” Tyler asked Kyra, but Kyra didn’t answer. “You should not interfere in something that is not included in the protocol of being a hunter.” “What?” Kyra asked in shock. “What are you saying?” “I’m hungry,” said Tyler.

Does she have to starve while living here? Not even water could quench her hunger anymore. She needed food to be alive. Scarlett had been famished before too, trying to catch the attention of her uncle and aunt, she worked hard for days, sometimes even ignoring her meals. But, it wasn't this long ever. She had been foodless almost for twenty-four hours now. Her limbs were supported by the excessive fat in her body, yet not too long that would continue. Suddenly, the door of the dungeon opened, revealing one female warrior. She entered with a plate in her hand, watching her in disdain.