Titus Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to lose you too, I don’t want him to take you away from me!” “I promise you, little mate, we’re going to keep you forever,” Titus said. “I know you are scared we’re going to hurt you, but I promise you I am not going to do it. I am going to fight the urge even though I don’t feel like I have it to kill you,” he said kissing my forehead. “I don’t want you to feel alone, we’re going to make that bastard pay for what he’s done.” “You have to keep yourself in control,” I said pulling away from him. “I don’t know what else they are planning, I am worried they are going to try and get rid of you.”

“You’ve always had a God complex. Even when we were children, you always had to do the right thing. Be happy you will die doing what is right, and I’ll live finally collecting what was mine. What was owed to me.” “She was never yours.” He shouts as he runs up to Titus and throws a punch. Titus dodges him, and they both start fighting. Xerxes punches him in the gut. He swings and hits him in the face. Xerxes staggers back. I clench my fist and glance at Xavier, who is watching intensely, not moving. They start fighting, exchanging blow for blow, but Xerxes' punches seem to be doing more damage. He punches him in his jaw, causing Titus to double over, and before he can recover, he slams his kn

The creature that chased Hugo quickly rushed at him and attacked him, but Hugo could teleport quickly and hit its ally. ——- When they came out of the water, Tyler shook his hair with his hand. His face is serious. Kyra was staring at Tyler because he was handsome while the wet T-shirt he was wearing curved his body. “Are you alright?” Tyler asked Kyra, but Kyra didn’t answer. “You should not interfere in something that is not included in the protocol of being a hunter.” “What?” Kyra asked in shock. “What are you saying?” “I’m hungry,” said Tyler.

"I've never been knocked out of the top four, keep ranking!" Indeed, Titus's friends are very supportive of his learning process at school. How not? The Titus gang is willing to read the notes written by the teacher on the blackboard, to lend them notebooks. At home, it is the mother's turn to read, record, and play the recording.

The Tudors was a perfect example of this, which is why Miranda had found it so entertaining to read about. Miranda hadn’t spent all the time in the library though, some of it had been about the partying. And boys. Although, she definitely hadn’t met anyone like Josh at uni. Most of them just wanted to increase the number of shags they got from different people. She remembered with distaste how she’d found a tally sheet on one guys bedroom wall.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

"You know, they say starving is the worst way to go. "Before your Dad passed, he couldn't stop talking about wanting some fish, but you wouldn't even let him have that. "Now he's gone, and look at you, throwing a whole fish banquet. Such a devoted child you are!" The air crackled with sarcasm. I pretended not to notice the sting in Theodore's words. With a smile, I served him a slice of fish belly on his plate. "Uncle Theodore, Dad needed money for his treatments, money you borrowed and never returned."

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

The Genesis-Titan let out a roar that wasn't a greet, but a "Sovereign Command." "I AM THE HUNGER!" And the boy began to eat the souls of the Elite Viewers.