Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"Eat. The nutrients are non-negotiable." "What the f**k is wrong with you?" Elara wrenched her arm away, the broth splashing onto the marble floor. "You’re acting like a jailer! I built this territory! I bankrupted the Marcones while you were rotting in a cell!" "And I’m keeping you alive while you’re carrying my life!" Abram roared. He slammed his fist into the reinforced glass window. The pane didn't break, but the sound echoed like a gunshot. "You think Thorne cares about your 'achievements'? He wants you dead. He wants that child gone before it takes its first breath. You are staying in this room. You are eating what I tell you to eat. And you will be watched every second of every goddam

Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched. “It might be your last meal,” she says, flat. Unblinking. She looks drained. Like her soul’s been scraped clean. “You can never really know what Zeke wants,” she mutters. “He’s one of the real monsters. What he did today was nothing.” The food still smells good. My stomach growls loud enough to echo. I feel the hunger deep in my bones I pick up a fork. Take a bite. It’s not hot anymore, but it tastes like survival. The second bite is even better. I don’t stop.

She was dangling relief just out of reach to see me squirm. I tore my gaze away, biting my lip. The smell of the burger was torture, warm and greasy in the air. My throat was so dry it ached, but I forced myself not to beg. Days had passed since they gave me anything—no food, no water. Just the constant gnawing hunger and thirst. Celeste leaned closer, holding the food inches from my face. “Here. Just one bite,” she whispered. I stared at the burger. For a moment, I nearly caved—saliva gathering, my chest tightening. Just a bite of that cheap fast-food bun, and I would cry from relief.

“Eat.” I didn’t move, my eyes narrowing as I studied him. “Who are you?” He placed the tray on the small table by the bed and straightened. “Darius. Brother of Beta Henry.” He was trembling as he spoke. He probably saw what I did to Henry. “I don’t want his food,” I said, my voice low and soft. I didn't want to threaten him. Darius sighed, his expression unreadable. “You need to eat if you want to survive. Whatever fight you’re planning, you won’t win it starving.”

Almost all of the food was washed away and only a few were left, leaving the citizens of Thalia weak with starvation. The king decided to divide the remaining food to the citizens. Unfortunately, with the little of what they have and the large population of his kingdom, the food wasn't even enough to last for 2 days. Hunger led to desperation and greed. The people started to sin. They started to steal and kill. So many lives were lost and so much blood was shed. The war lasted for 3 days, it was declared as the Dark Hours, the day where the people were driven mad because of hunger and the blackened sand that was caused by the dried blood and ashes of its citizens.

 From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate. -socrates THE SAME NIGHT The low howling of the flesh eating predatory creatures of the dark can be clearly heard from where she lay on yet another murky mattresses. It was an irony indeed that from the ill-fated night two moons ago when she had crossed path with that so called prince for the first time. She had been reduced into but a common maid. Had eaten nothing but stale distasteful cookery, eversince. Sometimes boiled rice with wild beans and now dried chapattis with nothing but chopped onions to pass the days...........and at nights waited her an old flattened mattress, reminding of more unfortunate times when there was nothing

He practically thrusts a brown bag into my hand, stands back, and grins at me. As the first bite hits my tongue, I let out a moan, because it's delicious. "See - I told you." Night Eyes says, leaning against the wall and grinning. I smile and continue munching. I must admit, it feels good, and I'm beginning to feel whole once again, plus the headache that had been budding is ebbing. "Relations of Ash Thunder! A voice booms suddenly. Out of the blues, a doctor appears in his green scrubs and white overalls, and I pale. I thrust the items in my hand into Night Eyes' chest, and walk to meet the doctor.

I tell him and he moves to the edge of his seat. “If Mr. Himes was here then you definitely have an issue. They only send him when they want a problem to go away. What I don’t understand is how you are still breathing.” Xavier says to me and now I am really concerned about what I have gotten myself into. “Are you saying that I should be dead?” I asked him as I placed my hand on my stomach that all of a sudden began to hurt and growl. “Ms. Thomas have you eaten today?” Xavier asks and I know he heard my stomach growl.

he explained. Thea forgot the discomfort, staring at them with wide eyes. “What bread? I have no more food!” Odger shouted from the center of the room. Lubez agreed this time. Their food stock is limited. "Sorry young man. We can't help." Xander smiled shyly. "No, it's okay. We're used to it. Enduring another day of hunger isn't that hard." Thea stood up. Without making a sound, she took her share on the dining table and divided it into three parts. She also fetched them clean water. Seeing that, Odger smiled mockingly.

the dragon spirit was left speechless. “As for fire, I don’t remember either. Look, if you guys don’t go back to slumber, I’ll just starve. Problem solved!” “Starve! Gosh. Lavana…” Thora exclaimed. This girl wanted to starve them? No way. Not after having the chance to absorb energy from delicious food! “So you still recall my name?” “Gosh. That’s not the point.”Thora said, looking distressed. “Then tell me, what is?”