The Hunger Games Let The Games Begin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

When I did, my body went cold. I wasn't sure I heard right. Did she just say 'our' pups? I... I had pups..?! **************** CHAPTER 1 4 YEARS AGO. LYRA. "Ladies and Lords!" Lord Bailey's voice boomed through the grand hall, his lips stretching into a dark smile. "It is time for the GAMES!" A loud cheer erupted around me, and my stomach dropped instantly. I placed the last goblet of wine onto the table and immediately turned to leave. Nights like this never ended well for omegas.

If one looked farther still, they would see Lake Genivia reflected sunlight like scattered gold. I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes. The cold and despair from that freezer in my past life had finally faded away. Those who were responsible for that cold had been consumed by the poison they brewed themselves. From now on, my future would be one lined with warmth.

Then, movement catches his attention. Poppy slowly steps out onto the back terrace, looking like she has just risen from the dead. Her hair is messy from sleep, and she still wears the silk pajamas he gave her from his mother’s old closet. She stops when she notices the carcasses. “What… are you doing?” she finally asks, speaking her first words after nearly two days of silence. “Butchering,” Dorian replies placidly without looking up. “Why?” Only then does he glance toward her. “For my people who can’t sit at a table right now.”

After an unnecessary dramatic pause, my father yelled, "Let the games begin." And chaos erupted.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 15 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 3rd Midnight of the Games ║ The game had begun, and I could only hope to survive the lies, schemes and humiliations that were sure to follow before I finally found a way to escape this place of malice and ill intent. As I made my way to the ominous black podium in the center of the room, I could vividly see Headmistress Rose smiled again for a hundredth time of today, her eyes alight with malice, "Come quick my beautiful and curious companion, let the games begin with you. Pick your poison — truth or dare — and let the unmasking commence. Whatever you choose, whatever is revealed, it stays with us,

My arrows barely did anything to that beast, and it was charging straight at me when Darius appeared with his gun and—boom—dropped it like it was nothing. I glanced over at him again. He was laughing at something one of the other Alphas said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The sound of the horn and a loud crackle from the nearby speakers startled me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Attention all female participants! The games are about to begin! Please report to the starting line!” The female games. Right. I had almost forgotten. I turned to Matilda, who was just nearby with her leg all wrapped up, resting as she sat on a carved wooden bench.

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From those fragile little alliances of theirs, to their blood soaking the ground. “Let the games begin,” I murmured, a wicked smile creeping across my face as the flames roared higher.

But he does not answer me. Sensing his reluctance to talk, I change the subject. “What happens next?” I ask. Blake ties a knot on my bandage and gives it a little tug, making that it is securely in place. Then, his hands trail down to my cheek and finally to my lips. His touch sends tingles all over me but his gaze is dark. He raises his arm and points towards the door. “When the door opens, the Omega Games will begin.”