Novel & Cerita Quotes Hunger Games

When she mentioned chicken and The Hunger Games, I kinda figured she hadn’t actually watched it because that’s what I thought when I first heard of it. “Then why is it called The Hunger Games if it’s not about food?” I shrugged in response. I wasn’t crazy about movies, so I didn’t really know. After a moment of silence, she said, “Humans are odd.” “I agree. How come you haven’t watched it yet though?” I asked curiously. She got a wicked glint in her eyes and pointed to her stomach. “One word, girl, honeymoon. This baby didn’t just make itself. That would have been cool though, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a virgin.” She joked while I made a face at her.

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.

she considered it unwarrior-like. "Can I steal the lady for some minutes?" Sophia said to the dark young man who was trying to woo Adina. who obviously couldn't read the expression on Adina's face, she was not interested. "You came," Adina said seconds after the young man focused his attention on the redhead who stood behind Adina. "I had to. I couldn't bare to live you hanging, also yulu told me what the hunger game is all about. They would be biting and clawing but not at us." She chuckled.

“But don’t worry. I like liars. They make the game more interesting.” Her pulse hammered, every nerve betraying her training. She told herself it was strategy, that playing along was safer than pushing back. But the truth was more dangerous. She noticed him, noticed the strength of his palm, the way his thigh brushed hers, the subtle command in his movements. She hated that her body responded. She hated it even more when his head dipped lower, his breath feathering across her neck.

Her eyes were distant. "Mom, I want to have spicy stew in grandpa's memory."

Feeding him had become a constant thing, a living rhythm between us, and I was already hooked. His lips were close to mine, just inches away, and I realized the hunger wasn’t just his. I could feel it inside me, a deep, physical wanting that went beyond just wanting him, beyond simple desire. It was a craving for closeness, for the connection he was asking for, and for the energy that only I could give him.

 From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate. -socrates THE SAME NIGHT The low howling of the flesh eating predatory creatures of the dark can be clearly heard from where she lay on yet another murky mattresses. It was an irony indeed that from the ill-fated night two moons ago when she had crossed path with that so called prince for the first time. She had been reduced into but a common maid. Had eaten nothing but stale distasteful cookery, eversince. Sometimes boiled rice with wild beans and now dried chapattis with nothing but chopped onions to pass the days...........and at nights waited her an old flattened mattress, reminding of more unfortunate times when there was nothing

Starved Passion::: Was this her way of revenge? He sigh loudly, he should have apologize to her earlier, what manner of torture is this? He looked at her, she was not looking at him. He had never seen Ivana dressed like this, he was aware of his workers having extra clothes at work Incase any unforeseen circumstances arises, Davin eyes darted to the people present in the meeting, his blood boiled, their eyes were feeding hungrily on Ivana, the lust there, he suddenly felt the urge to snap their necks.

I needed to not care about Percy. The moment passed, and I blanked my mind concerning Percy, or anything that had to do with him, as I felt the hunger take over again. These people all around me seized to be people, seized even to be humans. They meant only one thing to me, food. They were the only thing that could satisfy the cravings that stirred deep I side of me, a craving that was bigger than them, bigger than anything they could ever imagine, bigger than me even. I pushed my conscience to the back of my mind as I stepped forward to answer the call of a hunger that was several thousand years old

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.