Quotes Hunger Games Novels & Stories

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

But when they heard my footsteps; they stopped talking as everyone stare at me with mixed emotions some gave me a look of pity, while some obviously show their concern. I pretended to be okay. As I gave a fake light smile and sat on the chair close to Ma'am Bella. "How you Darling?" Ma'am Bella asked me with concern "Am fine!" I replied simply and uncovered my plate. Toasted bread and scrambled eggs with orange juice. If it was for a normal day, my mouth could have been watery already just at the sight of this food. But here was I, with no appetite at all.

A meal. My breath hitches in my throat, lungs burning with the need for air. It doesn't just want to kill. It wants to devour. To consume not just flesh but essence. Soul. The hunger in its eyes is bottomless, a void that could never be filled. We all stand still—me, Luna, Cassidy, Mom—hearts slamming against our ribs, eyes wide with horror. The space between heartbeats stretches into eternity, each second pregnant with dreadful anticipation.

It was just a matter of time before they came out and made a meal of them. Gracie felt hungry and her throat was raw and dry from dehydration. She wondered how long they could last without food or water. She wondered if Dawn was still alive or if the bloodsucker had already drained her dry and discarded her body somewhere no one would ever find her. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but there was nothing left for her to throw up. Gabriel's voice seemed to come from far away when it reached her ears. Gracie turned to face him, a confused expression on her face.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

My stomach grumbled. So maybe they didn't plan on killing me. Why feed me to only kill me in the end? It would be a waste of money, if you'd asked me. They had to have bought the food, or the ingredients used to prepare it. Hands worked marvelously to prepare such a delicacy. However, I knew it was only my hunger talking. And I wasn't myself when I was hungry. My stomach rumbled... How long would I survive this hunger? This dilemma I'm in? I'd never experienced this before. Now, I realized how it felt to be starved, like all the children in those areas in the world. All the kids who have no idea where their next meal will come from.

She touched her chest and was shocked to see a hoodie on her. 'How did it get there?' She thought But when she remembered what happened to her last night, tears came rolling down her eyes Her tummy made a loud noise and she grabbed it, that's right, she's hungry. It's almost forty-eight hours since she last tasted anything, she's f**king hungry and thirsty at the same time. She got up from the ground and walked toward the door almost dragging her feet, she could hardly walk. The pain she was feeling in her vagina was something to write about, but nevertheless, she was so hungry that she might not last for another minute

Every fiber of my being aches to defend my Maddox, to break free from the chains of captivity. “Eat,” the woman says. “Helena needs you to stay alive until she doesn’t need you anymore.” It has been a day since we last ate. If my body is already aching with the gnawing pain of hunger, what more with Maddox’s? Worried and hesitant, my eyes dart suspiciously towards the tray of food that she has placed on the table. The woman leans against the grimy wall, her eyes still fixed on me. Slowly, she grins, a cruel twist of the lips, as she watches my hesitation, reveling in my torment.

Why had she fainted again? And why did I feel so desperate to protect her? Was this what it felt like to have a mate? To feel the mate bound?

Ava’s hunger gnawed at her, demanding attention. She had been trying to suppress it, convinced that pushing through the discomfort would bring her closer to the new version of herself—the one Gabe couldn’t walk away from. But no matter how hard she tried to focus, the growling in her stomach drowned out her resolve.