Real Or Not Real Hunger Games Novels & Stories

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

Dragons weren’t real. She hesitated, “I’m a human.” Clay roared with laughter, “Of course you are! I can smell that. I was messing with you.” Jenna was quiet and asked, “Dragons are real?” Clay laughed again, “girl, where have you been? There’s a war going on; we are all fighting for this castle, dragons, werewolves, witches, and vampires. “ Jenna couldn’t believe what she had just heard, “But none of those things are real.”

Griff said tiredly. "No it's not. It is perfectly rated. Because it is a perfectly good series of movies." I argued with him. "Whatever bro." Tyler told me and I noticed Storm silently looking at me then he looked at Cole before frowning briefly. "I would choose the hunger games over Harry Potter any day." Storm said in a certain tone. "Now we're talking. See that's gas." Griff told me and I rolled my eyes at him. "I agree that it's gas but it's not gassier than Harry fucking Potter." I told him and he ruffled my hair up.

Jade handed the notepad to Yekaterina. It’s the same notepad containing the list of the remaining games set to commence for the players. Yekaterina accepted the notepad, yet her eyes remained on Jade. “What is it? Can you stop staring now?” “I just can’t believe you’re real. It’s like seeing a ghost except you’re real.” “How many times are you going to repeat that?” “Just one more. Are you really real?” Jade rolled her eyes and sighed. “Yes. I am real. Satisfied?”

I feel like my real life is a dream sometimes. “This reality is not my reality. It’s a dream and I don’t know how to get out of it. It’s not real. Lizette, Delia and Winholt all died in the attacks. I’m married to Conor and have a baby with him. You’re the Head Mage of the Resistance. This isn’t real.” I said seriously.

“I’m going to stop you right there, all right, Wachowski? What you see portrayed in American movies is worlds different from what happens in real life.” Zinc looked down, appropriately chastened. He pulled out a long red gummy candy from the packet on the table in front of him and began to munch on it. Red Vines, it was called. Ysiah tasted it earlier and thought it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever put in his mouth. Yrah was staring at Ysiah and had also pulled out one of the Red Vines to chew on. “I don’t get it. Why didn’t the warden know that any of this was going on?”

He then rubbed the weed in his hands. Nash chuckled and said helplessly, “Why are you acting like a child when you’re already at this age?” Fane chuckled and replied, “I just wanted to check if this world is real.” Nash could not help but frown when he heard this. “What do you think?” Fane flicked the weed away before taking out a piece of tissue to wipe the dirt and green leaves on his hand. “It should be real. However, I question the authenticity of the area. The feeling is too realistic.”

I didn't need another thought to figure out she's the damned Traitor. My eyes glowed murderously, as I joined in the fight, fighting beside my mate. I dived my sharp elongated nails into one Helene and she remained the same. Sometimes I just hate exactly what magic can do! "She can't be killed?" I queried. "Not the mirage, but the real Helene. We need to find her" Came my mate voice, fighting. My eyes darted around the fake Helene, for one exactly that for some reason seemed different.

“It meant hiding. It meant waiting while you played the perfect image. It meant never knowing if I was the real deal or just another placeholder.” I stared at him. This man, this man I was going to unveil to the world tonight, was a stranger. Elaine, always so quick to exploit a moment of silence, slithered closer to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You can’t blame him, Del. You were too busy staging the fairytale to realise someone else was living in it.” A knock on the bedroom door jolted us. “Adelaine?” my mother’s voice called through the heavy wood. “Sweetheart, the photographer says it’s time. Everyone’s waiting for you both.”

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.