Picture Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

I admit, my stomach choosing that moment to growl softly. Ivan’s face lights up. “Great! We just added new dishes to our menu. I’d love your input on them.” He gestures towards his restaurant. “Sure, why not?” I say, falling into step beside Ivan. As we approach the entrance, chaos erupts behind us. A child’s excited shriek pierces the air, followed by a mother’s frantic calls. I turn, my heart leaping into my throat as I see a young girl barreling towards me.

ATHOS As I watched the girl devour her chicken in orange sauce like a starving woman who had not eaten anything in days, I suddenly felt a sinking conscience for having almost left her without lunch. Despite being a scammer, she was also almost a child, who most likely carried a part of me inside her womb. I could not be so inhuman as to starve them both.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

Pulling out a pile, he placed it on the counter and opened the heated tray. He took a piece of bacon, folded it in half and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes as he chewed. When he realized that the fight was over, he opened his eyes and saw that everyone was looking at him. "What?" She asked as she started picking up scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes. "I am hungry." With his plate and cup of coffee, he made a beeline for the dining room as Alyssa sang that the game was over. started because of the starving pregnant woman.

That dazed, innocent look? Yeah, I was living for it. Thank god this game tracked fear, not heart rate. No way anyone could stay chill looking at that face. While I was still admiring the view, Mia—fully reassembled—flew in and kicked his head into the ceiling. Then she curled into my arms, sniffling. "Mommy, Mia hungry. Feed me." My heart turned to mush. I hugged her. "Okay, baby. I got you." Cooking was the one thing I actually had down.

She then continue to walk around the street, humming happily. Grrrm… Hellion paused and touched her stomach. She haven’t eaten for the whole day and now she’s incredibly hungry. Hellion look at the empty streets as she rubbed her navel, trying to calm her raging stomach. Where should she get some food? There’s no more vendors in this hour and also…

His words soothed me, and I finally felt a bit of calm. Back home, I collapsed into sleep. Waking up the next day, I found Chester bustling in the kitchen. He looked out with a worried expression and asked, "Feeling hungry? Dinner's almost ready." I gave a small nod and drifted over to the dining table, my feet barely touching the ground. However, when I saw what was on the plate, it was like my blood turned to ice. Liver pâté. Of all things.

I didn’t waste another ounce of energy. The Purified Water had shattered the Instance’s illusion. That ravenous, mind-bending hunger was gone. But the real, gnawing emptiness in my gut remained. The game hadn’t created the hunger; it had just taken a biological fact and cranked the volume to eleven. If I didn’t eat, the sensation would return. It would build, just like the compulsion, until I was ready to chew on driftwood. The NPCs were desperate to get that monster-fish into me. That alone was proof it was poison.

She in turn would walk to where the food carts were positioned and collect the food from the other naked girls manning that place and then take it back to the man. At first, very few men requested food. Hazel was starting to become agitated. At that pace, it was going to take a very long time for all the men to pass out from the poison and she was so eager to harm the perverted bastard sitting on the throne. In the dark, Hazel kept on sending him visual darts with her eyes as she watched him through angry eyes. Looking at Gordon was torture to Hazel because she was forced to watch the young girls also but try as she may, she could not stop.