Quotes Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

Bodies—lifeless, motionless. The thick scent of blood and smoke, burning my lungs. And then— Her. My daughter. Standing in front of me, wide-eyed, trembling. Her small hands curled into fists, fear written all over her tiny face. And me? I was reaching for her Fingers stretching forward, trembling, shaking— But not with love. Not with the need to comfort. With **hunger**. A deep, primal hunger that wasn’t mine. Or maybe it was. I sucked in a breath, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me blurred and wavered. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my face, rubbing at the cold sweat that clung to my skin.

He sniffed, sniffed again, and felt hunger flood his body. Finally! Something to hunt. It had been so long since his last meal that Horth could barely remember what he had eaten. The short one? With all the bones? Or the long slithery thing? It hardly mattered. The metal world was different, but food was food, and he would hunt.

I felt it but I was confused as to what happened. “You know…” Gamma Oliver sounded like he was leaning forward from the back. “Maybe keep that talk down when around Zayle.” “What talk?” “That you don’t eat. Or you know…like it’s normal.” Looking at the phone for a second, I wondered if he understood what he was saying. “Gamma, have you ever gone hungry?” My question was met by a long pause. “No, Riley, I haven’t.” “Have you ever been so desperate for food or water, for a roof over your head or a simple blanket to keep the snow off your shoulders that you would give your body up?”

"Well, there are more shocking things in the world. What you have heard right now doesn't seem to be half of it." "I loved hunger games. Although I haven't really gotten around to reading the book. It was just intense and I loved it." "You should read the book." I urged him. He narrowed his eyes at me, wondering. "You sound like you've read it and you know what hunger games is about." "Of course I know what it is about, I have read the book. So the wildness of the story isn't strange to me." "Who the fuck are you?" I burst into laughter. "I mean, the way you sounded at first it was like you do not even know what I am talking about."

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. My stomach growled again, loud and insistent, as if the very air around me had conspired to remind me of its hunger. That low, demanding rumble was all the permission I needed. Without hesitation, I grabbed the plate, pulled it closer, and began devouring the contents as if I hadn’t eaten in days—no, as if I hadn’t eaten in years. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but the hunger that gnawed at me, pushing me to consume with a desperation I couldn’t quite suppress. I tore into the food like a starved hyena, each bit a desperate act of indulgence.

Not with steel But with hunger. To be continued…

Chloe leaned back against the pillows, the room thick with tension. Hunter settled beside her, his fingers brushing hers. “Chloe,” he started, hesitating. “I can’t focus. I’m starving.” She stayed quiet. The air felt heavy, like everyone was holding their breath. Hunger wasn’t something they talked about, not until now. The crowd watched the screen. She turned to him, her voice steady. “One of us has to keep it together, right?” Her hand grazed the faint scar on his face. “Hunter, no matter what happens, I hope you get what you’re after.”