Novelas y relatos de The Hunger Games Novels

Kara struggled the most. She had been a shadow for so long that being flesh and blood felt like a prison. Her body demanded things she had never needed before. Food, water, sleep. Warmth when the wind blew cold. Rest when her muscles ached. She had not known that hunger could hurt so much, that thirst could make her throat burn, that exhaustion could make her bones feel like lead.

The hand that always stroked my hair gently, the hand that always hugged me when I felt afraid in this house, was now under the shadow of a sledgehammer. “Destroy it,” Papa commanded emotionlessly. “NOOO!” I struggled with crazy strength, biting the hand of the guard holding my face until he swore and released me for a moment. I managed to crawl forward, reaching for the hem of Papa's pants. “Just kill me! Please, just kill me!” I wailed hysterically. My head was dizzy, my vision started to spin. Oxygen seemed to vanish from this basement. However, in the middle of my wailing, the sound of crushing bones was heard clearly. Followed by a scream of pain that tore through his vocal cords.

" The Hunger Games. What the heck is this?" I snatched it back from him. " I know because I read the book. However, you have to watch to find out," I say. They nodded. I put in the movie and started it as I sat back down on the couch. By the time the movies are over, they look at me. " You read a book about 24 kids going into an arena and are forced to fight to the death until there's one left?" says Kurt. " Yup. There are three books to the series," I say.

Mathews cut in with a deep husky tone that indicated that his wolf was out A shudder rush through Kiara’s spine causing her to flush and Matthews to chuckle heartily when he realized. Chaos stood and observed in silence, the scene playing out in front of her. She felt like a knife has been driven into her heart knowing her mate wanted another even after he had found her. She knew she would never know what it felt like to be held and loved by one’s mate. She clenched her teeth when she heard Havoc howling in pain. Even though they had both been cheated on, Havoc took the blow the hardest.

Quickly. But Casanova seems to have other plans. "So, what's your name?" he says after a few minutes of silence. I slide the first stack of books back on the shelf and pretend not to hear him. I'm not above employing the tactics of a ten-year-old. "I'm Ward," he says to my silence. "Ward Brannon. Usually girls ask for that before they stick their tongue in my mouth." Well, I can't just let that slide. "Oh, please. Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," I say. I shove the next stack of books a little harder than I mean to.

She rocks slowly back and forth whilst working on her crochet. "Two heirs there will be. One of light and one of dark. One to tear the world asunder and the other to bring the pieces back together. The seeker must seek but be aware that all is not as it seems." her voice cries out, the ring of truth echoing through it.

The scene unfolds in slow motion, each blow landing with sickening force, filling me with a sense of helpless dread. "Leave him alone!" I shout at the men hurting him. "Or what, Princess?" one taunts, flashing a smile that reveals his rotten teeth. "I will..." My words are cut short by the sudden eruption of gunfire. The acrid smell of smoke scorched my nostrils. Instinctively, I duck, squeezing my eyes shut and covering my ears as bullets rain down once more. No matter how many times I find myself in these situations, they never get easier to endure.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

But no, my terrible life apparently needed a sense of humor, so I picked my boyfriend’s father. I stare at Enzo, and he stares right back. There is no surprise on his face, which somehow makes everything worse because, of course, he already knows. The man from Room Seven. The man who knows I’m an omega. The man who knows I play hockey. The man who saw the bruises I’ve spent so much time hiding. The man I spent last night with. My boyfriend’s father. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole, preferably before I throw up on somebody’s shoes.

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.