50th Hunger Games Book Novels & Stories

Hi darlings , I cackle at your comments please bring it on and also kindly delete this book and add it to the library after like 24 hours because I edited the chapter 58 to make it more spicy. Should she end up with one or all of them ? Let me know !

she shouted after me. I pretended not to hear just so she would shut the hell up. I stretched out on the lounger by the poolside, sipping a giant cup of pineapple juice while I read the first book of The Hunger Games. The house was empty and quiet since Alessia and Natalia had left to go shopping earlier.

He looked back at Ernest. He said: "We are the fifth book." Ernest looked at him. He received this. He received the weight of it. The four books were the written argument. The four books were the description. The four books were the means of seeing. But the thing itself—the convergence, the accumulation, the being-inside, the ordinary day at thirty-three years deep—that thing could not be written. That thing could only be lived. And they were living it. They had been living it for thirty-three years. The living was the fifth book.

IMMORTAL HUNGER; ZORYA’S RETURN BOOK 5 Intro He’s been searching for her for centuries. Not years, not decades but Centuries. Watching her die. Over and over and over again. Different names, different faces but same soul and every time he finds her… It’s always too late. Until now. This time, she’s alive, she’s human, breathing, and also unaware. He finds her before death does this time and he intends to make sure to keep her in this lifetime!

To feel – really feel – again was a blessing, and, though I didn’t understand it, or why it had happened to me, or how long it would last for, I did know that, had it been the other way around, my envy would have been written plainly on my face for all to see. And I didn’t even want to be human so badly as Kathrena did. “I wonder why,” she murmured. Then she opened the book to the right page, sitting up straighter. “Anyway. Look at this. Hopefully this is all you’ll need to convince Aradia and the Clan that Skye isn’t a threat to us.” She pushed it towards me, and I chewed on my lip, relishing secretly at the press of my warm skin. It was the very same book that I’d seen in her bedroom, with

“Run far away and don’t ever come back.” The human ran away while Blade’s eyes remained fixated on me. “Who are you?” he asked in a sharp voice. “I’m the woman you bought years ago. I sold myself to you in exchange for my family’s freedom. My name is Katniss Valenciaga. From now on, please don’t feed on others. Feed on me instead.” “Why would I do that?” “You once said my blood tasted better than anybody else’s. If you don’t believe me, you can try it-“

"No, my king, this book is not for you, not today. Every living thing deserves to be put to rest, no matter how ugly or monstrous they may be." The last cart is the bigger one that has the tributes within. There are ten tributes within the cart that wear those purple robes. Among them is Bethah. They are all women and they're all about the same life cycle as one another. There are a few more shoulders that sit alongside the chosen druids, two that match the same fashion as the Fireborn soldiers from the head of the cart. One of them looms his gaze over to each one of the elven women but soon enough his gaze falls upon Bethah who is twitching from the nervousness. For a moment his still and s

And the song in my mind resounds one last time. "If I die young, Cover me with satin, Lay me on a bed of roses, Sink me in the river at dawn" ___________ Note: Short cap, but here we finish the first book! Who there cried? I cried a lot writing these last two chapters! This farewell to Hope broke me a little. The story continues in Book 2, it will take place two years after the events of this book! Did anyone there already figure out that the Titans were the enemies? What are your theories for the next book?

“I don’t know your story, and it’s fine if you don’t want to share it, but I think you should try and keep your light as well. Don’t let your greed dim it.” After that he just turns back and leaves, the kitchen door slamming after him a few moments later, followed by the greetings of his new friends and some distant laughter. It’s Katerina’s . It takes me a moment to collect myself back, because what I see is light in that room, with her and her friends. I see freedom, and it too, just like the light, has never been a part of my life. I may have greed in my heart, and I may need all the power I can get, but sometimes all the negativity that comes with it gets a bit too much to handle.

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.