Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Why should this stranger join our breakfast? Does she want to ruin our morning, huh?” Virginia ignored the sayings despite they hurt her feelings. After the mansion servants serve the meal, everyone began to eat. The clanking sound from cutlery filled the dining room. This was Virginia’s first time tasting delicious and expensive food, so she ate a lot. Not to mention that Patrick rarely gave her food back then so she was left to starve. Gerald chuckled at Virginia who ate heartily and called the servants, “Can you bring some more food for Virginia?”

She didn't know how long it had been since she last ate, only that it had been two full days since it was dark again and then light again, and she was hungry. Is she going to starve to death here? That jerk Nathan, did he want to kill her again? With this in mind, Thea's hatred towards Nathan grew even stronger. Until Thea's vision went black and her consciousness began to blur. Suddenly, there came the sound of someone kicking the door downstairs. Then came a series of hurried footsteps running steadily upstairs. "Thea." A familiar sound approached gradually. Thea's eyelids drooped, and she struggled to keep them open. However, the overwhelming sense of weakness throughout her body caused b

“Like what?” He shrugged. “Like a girl who keeps getting up even when she’s already on fire.” She smiled. Just a little. Thorne looked away before she could thank him. That night, the whispers didn’t fade. But something changed. It was small, like a thread tugged in the dark. When Aria walked past two rogues arguing about meat rations, she heard more than their voices. She felt their frustration. Their hunger. One had lost a brother. The other was lying about how much he took.

Joshua explained, "You've been trapped there for far too long, and it's taken too much from you. You need to rest. Here's my ration. You need to eat something. I have to go now. The team's waiting for me, but I'll be back." Joshua went away in a hurry. I looked at the plate. Hardtacks, water, and a couple of dried dates. The apocalypse’s freezing weather was hard to endure—even for metahumans. This was the best the team could manage, given the food shortage. The food was cold, but my heart was warm. 'Maybe he still cares about me,' I thought. 'But what's going on with him and Irene? Is Joshua cheating on me?' I was going to tear the hardtack's wrappings open when someone outside complained,

"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.

“You are blaming others now?! You are so shameless! Go and wash it! Wash it now! And if the stain doesn't come out, I will skin you alive!” Hazel went to the bathroom. She scrubbed the shirt with soap and brush until her fingers bleed, but the red stain remained. Just like the scars on her heart. Days passed, and the hunger became torture. Xander had ordered them not to give her rice. “She gets lazy,” he said. So her only meal was a small cup of porridge once a day, sometimes nothing. One day, she was so hungry she felt like her stomach was eating itself. She was cleaning the dining room when she saw a piece of meat left on a plate. She looked around. No one was there.

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.

Jennifer smiled before she said, “You are someone who is living in a villa at Thompson First. Don’t you think that this kind of food is too pathetic and miserable for someone like you?” Elaine cried as she said, “Big sister. I am really very hungry. Please be merciful and let me eat some food. Are you really going to watch me starve to death?” Jennifer replied coldly, “Don’t worry. You will not die just because you do not eat for two to three days.” Elaine begged, “But I am really hungry now…” Jennifer asked in disgust, “Are you going to continue your nonsense? Let me tell you, you better go aside and leave me alone now. Do you believe that I will beat you to death if you say another fucking

she answered him, standing before the thrall with an unfazed expression. "What I tell you about their diets?" he said. "Chicken, pork, beef. Chicken, pork, beef! She taste like she been gnawing on celery for four weeks! And what's up with these thighs?" his hands lightly slap whatever fat is left on the thrall's legs. "We can't be having no skinny mullets around here, and you know that!"

I hurled myself at the door, pounding until my fists bruised. “Open this!!! OPEN IT!” There was no answer. Hours bled together and the moon climbed higher, its cold light pooling on the floor as I slid down the wall. My throat was raw from screaming. The room smelled of dust and desperation. The lock finally rattled like someone was opening it. Thane entered with a tray…steaming stew, fresh bread and a cup of tea. He set it on the dresser as he gazed at me. “Eat.” I didn’t move and I didn't soeak.