Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I turned off my phone, unable to stomach the "Campus Gist." By 2:00 PM, I was lightheaded. I hadn't eaten since Josh’s dinner, and my stomach was cramping from more than just hunger. I slipped into "Flora Kitchen," seeking the anonymity of a crowd. I reached into my bag and pulled out my last bit of cash—my last ₦1,500. It was supposed to last me the rest of the week, but I needed the comfort. I ordered a plate of Indomie noodles, two fried eggs, and a side of golden dodo.

The landscape stretched out before us, vibrant and teeming with life, but also filled with hidden perils. Our team, consisting of Aret, Nova, Horia, and myself, Jannah, had trained for years to reach this point, but nothing could have prepared us for the reality of the Hunger Games. The very mention of its name sent shivers down our spines, and we knew that survival in this brutal contest would demand everything we had. Our surroundings were dense with towering trees and exotic flora, their vibrant colors contrasting with the shadowy undergrowth. The air was thick with the sounds of unknown creatures, their calls, and rustlings both fascinating and foreboding.

Just before I blacked out, I thought to myself, 'What in the world did I do to deserve this? The next time I saw the daylight which was very surprising, judging from the way I was beaten yesterday, I was in my room, laid on my bed with the blanket covering every part of my body except my face. I thought back to the monster I who made me this way and unconsciously shook in fright. My stomach grumbled, making me realize I was hungry. Judging from the way my stomach fought with me, I seemed to have not eaten for days, but I soon shook the thought off my head because I refused to believe that I had been beaten to unconsciousness for days.

While they were eating breakfast, none of them spoke. Colleen appeared to be contemplating something as she lowered her head. Mike was munching on own his food while he looked at the system log. [Main Mission: Survive for 7 days, 0/7] had changed to [1/7], and a [Hunger] status had appeared in the character window. [Hunger: While in a state of Hunger, Maximum Stamina is 20% lower than normal and is exhausted twice as fast. When Stamina is insufficient, damage over time to HP might occur.]

Sarah no longer needed to address me as 'Miss Montgomery. But our little get-together was soon marred by a tragic turn of events. Hunter received a call that Dillion had been murdered a few hours ago. The news hit me like a punch to the gut, and I began to hyperventilate, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. The room spun, and I could barely hear the comforting words of the twins over the rush of blood in my ears. The Thanksgiving dinner that was meant to celebrate new beginnings now felt like a grim reminder of the chaos and danger surrounding us.

Koushalya asked the question because she wanted to know impatiently. ram chuckled and spoke, " I know, I saw your eyeballs moving while your eyes were closed..." " ohh " she felt stupid for not able to even act of sleeping properly. He nodded his head at her and resumed eating while Koushalya was playing with her food. a few minutes before she was starving for food, but now it's like she lost her hunger because other thoughts were lingering around her head. Ram noticed her fork dragging the piece of moral all around the plate, he looked up at her found her lost in her thoughts.

"Veggies are good. But they are perishable. We will not be restocking enough for you to be picky. Meat is great protein...Which you need. I will get you nuts and other snacks, but you will have to consume some of the meat I hunt if you are to make it. This is about survival and eating what is available little human." As I read Thatcher's words, my stomach turns. The thought of eating something that was recently breathing hits too close to Amber's body, waiting to be butchered for breakfast. I grimace but nod to show him I understand. The man is risking his life to protect me. The least I can do is adjust my diet. He nods as he takes his phone back with a proud expression. At least I made him

Maybe this is how it's meant to be. I have nothing now, no kingdom, no home and no allies. I was never meant to be human. Death is approaching, holding it's arms out to welcome me. No, I can't go. What's to become of my people? What's to become of all species, under the reign of the serpentine? ...... (Thorne's point of view) In a large greeting room within, what they call the 'penthouse'. The rag tag 3 sit, glaring at me. "Why are you even here, you're not welcome" The serious one asks. "Where is she?" I respond. They all stay silent.

Mason hovered behind his cousin, glaring at the screen. *** Hannah dozed sitting upright, the double bladed shiv hidden between the wall and her mattress. She was so tired. And thirsty. The thirst was by far the worst. According to the other women, water and food were delivered at random times with no warning or regularity. Some of the girls admitted to using toilet water when the thirst got bad enough. Hannah hadn't gone that far, yet, but soon she'd have to. A sudden murmur swept through the room. It started on the far side of the basement and moved toward her.

But her tummy didn't allow her, her tummy growled, demanding food, she had to eat, she had been starving since yesterday, slowly she pushed the door open, and walked down the stairs, hoping that Todd must have left. "Here, you should come over here." That voice, startled Thalia so that she came to a halt holding her chest that was beating rapidly. Slowly she turned to the directions she heard the voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startled you." Todd apologized as he pushed some dishes toward an empty chair behind the table. Thalia was too hungry to even argue with him, she sat there eating while the annoying Todd just sat there staring at her coldly, Thalia could tell what was running through