Novel & Cerita Real Or Not Real Hunger Games

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

“What did you see?” ​Elara stood up, leaning heavily on Caleb. She wiped the silver blood from her lip, her gaze turning toward the Southern horizon. She didn't look like a girl who had just won a war. She looked like a predator that had just found a new trail. ​“Mother lied about everything,” Elara said, her voice dropping to a register that made the stones of the library hum. “She told us the Hunger was the only enemy. She told us Father was a casualty. But he’s a prisoner. He’s a 'Golden Ghost' in a cage of light, being used to fuel their Southern machines.”

Adrian stared at the dark stain, then gave a cold laugh. “Fake blood?” he said. “You really prepared everything.” I tried to tell him it was real, but no sound came out. The pain spread through my body. My knees gave way, and I collapsed onto the marble floor. It was freezing. Adrian was still speaking above me, but his voice grew farther and farther away. I stared at the chandelier until the light blurred. Then I lay there, unable to move. And I never got up again.

The traces of two different realities had overlapped on my phone. "Honey, have some fruit." Brandon walked in holding a plate of mangoes, all neatly cut and diced. In my memory, Jake loved mangoes. Brandon, who was supposed to be allergic, was now eating them without any reaction. I watched him closely, then asked, "Brandon, do you believe in alternate realities?" His chewing paused for a second. "That's kind of philosophical. Why'd you ask that?" "Just curious," I said lightly. "Do you think there could be another world where everything is the complete opposite? People who hate blue cheese suddenly love it. People allergic to mangoes can eat them freely. Even—"

“If I drink one more medicinal soup, I’m filing a complaint.” That got a brief smile out of her. “Good. Sarcasm means you’re alive.” An hour later, one of the house men stopped in the doorway. “Mrs. Visconti, there’s a couple at the gate asking for Sofia.” “Who are they?” “They say they’re her biological parents.” I set my cup down. “Bring them in.” The couple who walked in looked exactly like what they were: hustlers who had survived on nerve and other people’s trouble.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

The ring glittered on my finger. I lifted my hand and stared. The diamond caught the light, throwing tiny rainbows across the walls. It was beautiful. It was expensive. It was fake. But my wolf didn't care. She purred, curled inside me like a cat in sunshine, completely content. I didn't know what was real anymore. My phone buzzed. Santos: Did I pass the test? Leah: You passed. Barely. Santos: I was perfect and you know it.

He pulled two fingers up on each of his hands and made the quotation gesture as he continued to say, “Real world.” Liv laughs under his throat and I hate how they are not taking this any serious. “Let’s look it up.” William adds. I groan, “I told you I tried numerous times but there’s no result.” “Maybe it’s on the dark web?” Liv chimes a very unhelpful idea. “No, hundred percent not.” I answered instantly. William pulls out his finger, “I won’t believe that it doesn’t exist not unless I do it and I see it.”

She could already sense his body reacting, both here and in the real world. "After you left, it got me thinking about a few things. You see, my mother, may she burn in hell, she isn't real. Yet her presence here was very real, an entity beyond a sense memory. That got me to thinking about the difference between reality and fiction. What here was a lie, and what was the truth? Clearly, you and I are truth. This place, in a way, is truth. It's all part of a code.

I wonder why she's hiding her identity. "Today I have witnessed your resistance towards death. I'm impressed. No life has been taken, thanks to the three of you. But I just want to warn you all, everything in this game is real and unreal. Congrats, you made it to the real game." he said then it went off again. I felt the chills ran down my spine. "Hey, congrats..." one of the contenders approached me. She has bob short hair and is wearing glasses. "Oh, hello! Congrats too!" I greeted. She smiled at me and pulled something from her back.