Novel & Cerita 1st Quarter Quell Hunger Games

Derek POV I mindlinked Elan before going downstairs to the main training area. Instructing that all warriors in the facility be ready to meet their next Alpha. At this point I didn’t care if Alpha Thomas wanted the pack to know. Now that Quinn had her first shift, her alpha aura beamed off her like a beacon. As we entered the training room, Quinn gasped at the sight before her. Forty or more warriors stood in rows with their arms behind their backs, awaiting their next orders.

Her mind suddenly flashed back to a particular day when she was in the kitchen and ma'am Benita told the maids to prepare the prisoners meal, she heaved a sign of relief that she was going to eat so she tried to fight the hunger and wait patiently. Few hours later she began to hear noises, the prisoners were screaming which made Bianca move closer to the gate. She saw that they were struggling to get some food tied inside nylons which was being thrown to them like they were animals. The guards got to her cell and threw a nylon which rolled to the end of the wall, and she couldn't find it because of the cell was dark. She ran back and began to use her leg to search for it for some minutes un

The Twin Thrones pulsed overhead in response. Kael’s golden eyes locked onto mine instantly. “You already decided,” he whispered. I smiled shakily despite the collapsing universe around us. “So did you.” A broken laugh escaped him then. Gods, hearing warmth still alive inside him after everything nearly destroyed me emotionally. The First Queen watched us silently now. Hope flickered across her face for the first time in centuries. The Silver God looked almost frightened by it because hope had become more terrifying than despair after the First Collapse. The Devourer surged violently upward again.

"The door is unlocked." I watched with a fake huge smile on my face as she walked into the house clad in an expensive material. I didn't have to be told. A single look at it would make anyone agree with me. She had a lot of jewelries around her neck and wrists. I wondered if they didn't make her uncomfortable. "Are you okay?" Helen asked as she approached me and settled onto the bed beside me. "The maids informed me that you haven't had anything to eat since morning. I got a bit worried."

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?

I jolted awake, tightened my hold on her, and groaned until I felt her lips on my temple. She hushed, "I'll be right back," as she left the room. I grudgingly gave her permission to leave, and she got herself out of bed and proceeded for the kitchen. When I woke up again, Sharon was sitting up in the bed with one arm stretched about me and the other holding a copy of The Hunger Games. I had drifted off again. I turned my head in her way to let her know that I smelt something incredibly delicious coming from the direction of the kitchen.

I shot the gun again. Pleased with the functions of the gun, I dropped it down. “You can go back to your duties, Madam Q,” I said. “I’m quite busy.” Madam Q stood for a moment, hesitating to leave, but she nodded and turned towards the door. Leaving without saying another word. In the evening, I went to check on Honey. Madam Q had expressed that she wasn’t eating. I didn’t know what she was up to, but she needed to know that starving herself wouldn’t get me to do anything.

He still got paid for his guns and that should be all he was worried about. I changed into a pair of jeans, boots, a grey t-shirt and brown coat before stomping down the stairs. Moira the housekeeper tried to intercept me on my way out. “Ye havena eaten yer breakfast!” I snorted. “Not hungry.” I said. It was too early for food anyway and Murphy while contemptuous of me, was a perfectly good host. He’d have something waiting for me for our meet.

She then continue to walk around the street, humming happily. Grrrm… Hellion paused and touched her stomach. She haven’t eaten for the whole day and now she’s incredibly hungry. Hellion look at the empty streets as she rubbed her navel, trying to calm her raging stomach. Where should she get some food? There’s no more vendors in this hour and also…