Quotes Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”

Lila Hunger gnawed at me like a living thing. At first, I thought I was dying; some new symptoms accelerating in my stomach. But after a full day I realized I truly was hungry for the first time in what felt like weeks. I told myself I could endure it; that I’d learned discipline under my father’s roof, that a few skipped meals were nothing compared to what I’d already survived. But after cutting rations smaller and smaller, the ache hollowed me out until it was all I could feel. The more I tried to ignore the hunger, the louder it screamed, echoing inside me until even silence seemed to vibrate with it.

Rachael POV Hunger beat through my stomach so hard it felt like something alive was clawing at me from the inside. I grabbed my small bag with shaky fingers, the strap rough against my jaw. It had been too long since I’d eaten anything real, and every breath felt lighter than the one before, like my body was giving up little by little. If I didn’t find something soon, I knew I’d pass out. Maybe for hours. Maybe forever.

The only thing that could clearly be seen was her bright eyes. However, those eyes were filled with a desire for food at that moment. Wilbur could even hear her stomach rumbling. Wilbur could feel that the girl was using the last of her dignity to stop herself from rushing over and stealing his food. It was clear from the girl's face that she was struggling with such a great hunger that was enough to make someone resort to violence. She was clearly in great pain. She was enduring a fight between the need for food and her dignity within her.

**** HAILEE'S POV. I was so hungry. It had been hours since I last ate anything. My stomach growled with hunger pains, and my throat felt dry. I tried to find water, but there was none in the room. I had no idea how long I was going to be trapped in this room, and the thought made me even more anxious. I paced back and forth, hoping that someone would come and rescue me. But the door remained locked, and I was stuck in this small, windowless room. The air was hot and stuffy, and it was hard to breathe.

A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet." With her words already coming late as I drank the juice, its the warm, stale juice hits my tongue. Olivia's right. Players indeed couldn't be choosers, not here in this place. There were few luxuries to be had and even basic necessities were scarce at times. For now, all we could remain, continuing to choke down the bitter juice until the next meager ration of sustenance arrives. Survival in this games has become a game of endurance, of swallowing one's dignity and pride. Serene then picks up a spoon and examines the same porridge with resignation, "Yeah right. At least it's something," she replies quietly, her voice resign

He’d seen her anger and sensed how much she wanted to kill him. It took them longer to walk down her aisle as they revelled in torturing her by keeping the bread in her view. The bread on the cart was small and smelled stale, but as the size of the pile dwindled, her mouth watered more. She hadn't eaten before she'd gone after Jax, and now she would go a second day without food. She was too focused on the bread to notice that more Hunters came in until they walked past her cage. They stopped at the scout's empty cage, and one unlocked it.

She couldn't move, her body betraying her desire to escape. All she did was stare back at Xavier, meeting his challenge with silent resistance. She knew hunger, not for food but for victory, and it gnawed at her now as she declared, "I am starving. Each word dripped with the weight of their shared history, a testament to their resilience and the games they played—a game of chess where hearts were the pawns and every move was a calculated risk. Tension hung heavy between them, a palpable force in the tight confines of the car. It was a dance they both knew well, steps marked by confrontation and the palpable anticipation of what cruelty or kindness fate might bring next.

The noodles didn’t answer, but they also didn’t judge, which made them better company than I deserved right now. I finished the entire bucket standing at my kitchen counter in my wrinkled travel clothes, and when I was done, I felt just as empty as I had before. Maybe even emptier. Because no amount of carbs could fill the space Jonathan Hart had carved out in my chest. And that terrified me more than anything else.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​