Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN🎀 Zayla tossed and turned, the silky sheets feeling like a taunt against her skin. Now that the adrenaline had faded and her heart had finally slowed down, her stomach was making up for lost time. It wasn't just rumbling,it was screaming. She was starving. "I'm going to die at this rate," she groaned into her pillow. "I'll be the first person in history to die of 'over eating' on an empty stomach."

Then, she turned around and flew off. Soon after, a shrill scream pierced the air from further into the town. [Number of survivors left in map: 3] I hugged the vegetables in my arms and quickly ran to the hut and locked the door behind me. On the third day of the game, I woke up early to set up my food stall. When I got into town, I saw the body of another player strung up. Hair was wound around his neck, and his face was purple and swollen. I was so shocked that I could feel my face drain. Then, I quickly pretended not to see it. I started making my pierogies.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

I stood very still. I turned around slowly. Eden Thorne looked back at me rolling back her shoulders with a face so blank. Athletic build, five foot five; same height like the other two sisters, short blonde hair, grey eyes She was holding the empty bowl like it had simply slipped. "Oops," she said. I wiped a slow line of broth from my cheek with two fingers. Shit! This animalistic fighter! The cafeteria was loud and getting louder; laughing, filming. The soup was cooling fast and starting to feel deeply unpleasant against my scalp.

His words soothed me, and I finally felt a bit of calm. Back home, I collapsed into sleep. Waking up the next day, I found Chester bustling in the kitchen. He looked out with a worried expression and asked, "Feeling hungry? Dinner's almost ready." I gave a small nod and drifted over to the dining table, my feet barely touching the ground. However, when I saw what was on the plate, it was like my blood turned to ice. Liver pâté. Of all things.

I found Zevarion, back pressed against an old tree. He looked up and smiled faintly when he saw me. That smile, the only warmth I trusted anymore. I handed him the food and sat beside him, the silence between us as comfortable as the shadows. “These people are beyond saving,” I muttered. “You saw what they did when given food, they turned into animals.” Zevarion unwrapped the meat slowly, chewing as he listened. “That’s what happens when people are starved for too long,” he said softly. “It’s instinct, survival. When you take everything from someone, all that’s left is the will to fight for scraps. And that’s exactly what Xareth wants.”

After two months without updates, the elaire account was getting flooded with desperate demands for new content. [How are we supposed to survive without you?!] [Did elaire get distracted by real life and forget there's still a starving crowd waiting online?] [It's been two whole months! Do you know how I survived these past two months?! I've worn down my screen refreshing your profile like a maniac!] Then, on an ordinary late night, elaire finally uploaded a new video.

she closed the door holding on to her throbbing head. her stomach grumbles, only then did she realize she hasn't eaten and except for the half loaf of bread, there's nothing more to it...she planned on going shopping but because of what happened, she didn't think about it. she is just throwing off a bank card as if it's nothing and now she is dying of hunger, how pathetic...With no other choice, she picks on her breath and eats making sure she drinks enough water to hold on to her stomach...

There was an elegance to him that felt out of place among the ruins, like a relic from a more noble era. Across the room, Tess was counting their remaining cans of beans, her face pale in the dim light. "Rhea... Marcus took the high-calorie packs. He took the sugar, the salt... everything. We have enough for three days. Maybe four if Leo and I skip meals." "Nobody is skipping meals, Tess," Rhea said firmly, not turning away from the stranger. "We’ll scavenge tomorrow. The grocery warehouse near the canal hasn't been touched in weeks."

"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