The Hunger Games Novel Novels & Stories

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

"It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." The new year came three months after the zombie outbreak. The snow hadn't stopped over the past month, and the frostiness had slowed the rotting of the zombies' corpses. The zombies themselves had also slowed. We didn't have much food left but still decided to have a hearty meal on New Year's Eve. We made steak and fried chicken, even popping open our last bottle of wine to celebrate. "Happy New Year!" We wanted to celebrate the new year and the fact that we were still alive.

If rumors were to spread about us in the capital's gossip circles, it wouldn't bode well for my reputation. "What exactly did you want to tell me?" The figure on the rooftop landed lightly before Maurice and me, looking as elegant as a god. I'd already known Gideon was eavesdropping from the roof, but Maurice had been oblivious. He was surprised to see Gideon appear out of nowhere. "What are you doing here, Uncle Gideon?" "Gigi is my wife-to-be. What's wrong with me being by her side? You, on the other hand… Why are you at the Chancellor's Manor?" Gideon asked.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

It was nothing but a reflection of her lost happiness, broken dreams, and trampled pride. Emma flinched as his icy fingers reached behind her, unhooked her bra and flung it to the side unconcerned about where it landed. Blood rushed to her face, and a throbbing warmth spread between her thighs as she sat in front of him almost naked. Although the room was dimly lit, she wished it were darker. Not being able to look into his eyes, she decided to end her suffering and closed her eyes in defeat while he hungrily looked at her nudity.

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

“You did this. My family’s paying a debt that never ends because of you.” The man reached out, his hand stretching longer, twisting into a shadow that tightened around June’s throat. “The debt isn’t mine anymore,” the Hunger whispered. “The debt belongs to whoever holds the Book. Give it to me, and time will move again. I’ll eat the pages, and the world will turn.” “If you eat the pages, the recipes are gone!” June choked out, clawing at the shadow. “The world will move, but there’ll be no bread, no life!”

CHAPTER 124: THE HUNGER OF THE NEW GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a birth is rarely a beautiful thing—it’s a bloody, violent struggle for air in a world that wants to keep you small. But this? This wasn't a birth. It was an awakening of a hunger so ancient, so primal, that the very air in the "Project Genesis" dome seemed to curdled into ash.

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