Picture Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Then, she returned to continue eating until the porridge was gone. "Wow, this is so delicious! Did he cook it himself? Geez. It turns out that hunger can make any food taste delicious. I've been starving since last night. Rebelling and fighting makes me hungry." After finishing the porridge clean, Blair lay back down. She didn't know what to do. Blair felt her body was healthy. The girl raised her hand and touched her forehead. Her body temperature had also dropped. "Hah! I'm so bored. What should I do?"

-Katherine- My entire body is on fire, but I find myself unable to move or call out. My mouth hurts, and my gums feel like I’ve chewed on too much Doritos and got shards stuck in them. With heavy eyelids, I drift off to sleep, but a few hours later something claws at my stomach and I wake up. Hunger - soul-splitting hunger. “What the fuck are you doing, little lamb?” Gabriel’s voice interrupts my chewing and I peer up at him while chewing at the leftover pizza in the fridge. I’ve had six slices, but nothing is stopping this fucking feeling.

My legs moved faster than I thought possible, propelled by pure, desperate instinct. I grabbed the plate, my hands trembling uncontrollably from weakness and urgency, and devoured it. I didn't care how I looked, how animalistic my actions might seem, shoving food into my mouth like I'd never seen it before. I didn't care if it made me seem desperate or uncivilized. Hunger had no shame, no dignity. My hands shoveled the food in, tearing at the bread, wolfing down the meat. It wasn't warm, it was bland, almost tasteless, but I didn't care. It was food, and my body cried out for it, absorbing every crumb.

The little girl, however, was different. “What are you doing, Tarryn?” Her mother asked the little girl one day. She had been playing out by the fields when she had felt hunger. Her stomach rumbled and she put matters into her own hands. It had been days since she had last eaten meat. The rations her mother had were just grains and it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to sate her hunger. Wiping her hands behind her back, she looks back at her mother. She didn’t even notice how her mother’s eyes had widened, how her mother took a step back as she had looked at her. Licking her canines, she raised an eyebrow, “I hunted, Mama. You can cook this later.”

Nevaeh I wake up in a great deal of pain. My back hurts, and so does my stomach. As I gaze down at my torn and bloodied dress, I can’t believe that Henry and Aaron tried to kill me. Images of what happened rush through my mind. I remember Henry stabbing me in the stomach with his claws and falling down the stairs. My hand shakes as I pull my dress up to inspect the damage. My left ankle is swollen, and my legs are bruised, but there are no stab wounds in my stomach, and my leg isn’t broken. How is that possible? Moving my hand up, I trace the skin around my stomach. There’s not even a scar. Relief and fear war inside of me. Is this a dream? Am I really alive, or am I lying dead in my house?

Chapter 8: Good girl Pov: Nyx I looked up as the door to my cell creaked open. My stomach was hollow with hunger, and my throat burned with thirst. It had been days since I'd had anything to eat or drink, and the ache was starting to consume me.

She wanted meat, rice, maybe an egg cracked over the top, maybe beef if she could get it, something hot and salty and real enough to make her body stop screaming at her. Just thinking about it made her stomach twist with hunger. The boys went quiet after saying it, but Vera could feel them waiting inside her, fully serious about the request, like meat had suddenly become the most important mission in the galaxy. She placed one hand on her belly and looked at the growing fields with a betrayed expression. “Really?” she muttered. “We finally have food everywhere, and now all three of us want something that apparently does not grow from dirt.” “We like potatoes,” one boy said quickly, like he d

Hazel cried, holding her bleeding nose. “Sorry won’t fix it!” Selene stood up and started stomping on Hazel’s legs and stomach. Thud! Thud! Thud! “Take it! Take it! This is what you deserve! Ugly thing! Nobody wants you!” Days passed, and the hunger became unbearable. It had been three days since Hazel had eaten anything substantial. Her only food was a small cup of watered-down soup with no meat or vegetables. She was starving. Her stomach felt like it was being twisted by knives. She looked at the dogs eating their food, and she envied them.

"Cheers!" "Cheers to more funds!" "To more funds!" Lara Daniels, Gianna, Jack, Oliver and Mia gathered at Lara's mansion on Madison Avenue to celebrate. The five of them had grown up together on Doyers street and since then, they've been inseparable. They were all poor kids living on the streets without parents or guardians, they had learned to fend and look out for each other's backs for survival. Now they were in their mid 20's, full of life and more adventures.

My stomach was growling angrily; I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I smelled the delicious scents of this food. I looked across the table and my entire body was still when I noticed the young girl, the doppelganger of the queen, glaring at me.