روايات وقصص ضمن 1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

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.”

There was anger, frigidity, and endless killing intent! As the patriarch of the Quaid family, Quentin had fought for decades before he finally took that position. It was the golden time for him to shine. How could he be scared by the words of an ignorant brat like Philip?! “Annihilate the Quaid family? You’re the first person to utter those words! Audacious!” A ferocious beast-like roar erupted from Quentin’s chest. Behind him, dozens of special guards quickly closed the circle. At the same time, in the entire manor, a steady stream of people came from the surroundings until the place was congested.

We chorused at the same time like soldiers ready to join the war front. “Good.” He inhaled sharply. “The first stage will now begin!” He clapped his hands once, and eight of his guards walked up to our fronts. Each of them held a small box. “This stage is called The Hunter!” Derrick announced while the guards opened their boxes. I thought it would be an orb or some rare artifact. Instead, what was sitting in my box was some specks of white fur. “What is a Beta if he isn’t a good hunter?” Derrick continued. “In each of your boxes lies a part of your prey. Each prey is scattered in the deepest part of the woods. The first five participants to return here with their prey alive win.”

Dawn had only just begun to break over New York when Sloane Quinn's eyes flew open. The alarm was still hours away, but her mind refused to drift back into the peaceful embrace of sleep. The unfamiliar bed pressed against her back with foreign weight, and her thoughts were already racing: the first day, the first training, Lennox Graves, Marcus, the tour.

Saying goodbye is honestly bittersweet because these characters have lived in my head for so long, but I am so happy with where we are leaving them. They fought, lost, loved and healed. Now they finally found their home. So one last time...Thank you for being part of this journey with me, there would be no book two, the game is over now. Go Ravens!! Thank you for being part of My Quarterback Alpha. 🏈🐺💚 With love, Mira Green. _________________________________________________ Before you go… If you loved My Quarterback Alpha and you are not ready to leave the world of Alphas, fated mates, heartbreak, and enemies to lovers with a darker twist, I would love for you to check out my other book:

Even the youngest pups, once wild with hunger, now lie curled together, silent and thin as shadows. Inside the main hall, warmth is a memory. The hearth burns low, the air dense with fear and the metallic stink of desperation. Thalia moves among the cots with handfuls of stale bread and herbal teas so weak they taste of nothing. “There’s not enough,” she mutters, mostly to herself, her hands shaking as she tucks a threadbare blanket around a fevered child. “Never enough.” Tempers snap like brittle wood. Rowan paces, jaw clenched, watching as quarrels break out over water rations, over a dry crust, over who deserves medicine and who can do without.

Chapter 12 Third POV Elara’s body ached in ways she had never imagined possible. Each morning she awoke on the cold stone floor, her muscles stiff, her joints screaming in protest as she tried to stand. The chamber’s oppressive cold had seeped into her bones, making every movement a reminder of her slow decline. Days had blended together into a monotonous cycle of discomfort, hunger, and relentless fatigue. The meager rations Solas provided barely sustained her, leaving her weaker with each passing hour.