50th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Step by step, the noise grew louder, and soon after, I was able to make out what they were actually saying. "One million. By the end of this week. If you do not bring the money, I will kill both your daughter and your stupid little recruit," a familiar voice said. So Zeke's alive, just not in the same room I'm in. There was a long pause. "Hendrix, I am not fucking playing with you. If you do not bring the money, I will burn your daughter alive and give you her corpse. Don't fucking underestimate me," he said before banging something on what sounded like a table. I flinched, still hesitant about showing myself.

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.

Dylan wondered as he stood outside, waiting for Florence to approach him, placing both hands on his waist. Florence paid the cab driver and thanked him as he drove out of the residence, and as she stared backward, she saw Dylan standing at the front of the mansion. Florence gulped and resumed carrying the big sack of food items she had purchased from the local market. The money was part of what Jessica had given her. Florence arrived at the front and greeted Dylan, "Good evening, sir." "Yes, good evening. Where did you go?" Dylan asked Florence. Even though he could see all the things she had bought, he couldn't remember when he had given her the money to purchase all the food items she was

I know that the doctor I saw today said they were immortal, but the fact was I was immortal which would make them part immortal. Olivia at that moment returned with the drinks and she handed me one and Emily one before she grabbed a plate and a slice of pizza and moved to sit in front of the television to hit play on the movie. Emily and I grabbed our plates and joined her and as I sat there watching the movie and eating my pizza thoughts of the babies being Samuel’s plagued my thoughts.

she continued gently, "it might be easier if you try to see this as an opportunity rather than a punishment." I sighed softly. We spoke for a while after that. She tried to calm me, offering small reassurances until the heaviness in my chest eased slightly. Still, everything felt unreal. Five months. Five strangers. And their father, who was known to be insanely rich and extremely strict. Before going to sleep, I found myself thinking about the countless magazine covers I had seen over the years. King in a sharp suit at some gala. Kyle performing on stage with a guitar. Keith smiling at a movie premiere.

Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?”

The others piled on. "Gemma, I am so jealous. A perfect wedding for only 500 dollars." "Tell me about it. I spent tens of thousands on mine, and looking back, I feel like such a fool." Kelsey tossed a popcorn-eating meme into the chat. "A 500-dollar wedding? I cannot wait to see that." Over the days that followed, Gemma waited for Sloane to reach out and lock down the wedding details. Not a single call came.

So, it turned out that Jacob had been the one to contact me first. "Kurt, I just got a message. Alicia's been kidnapped. We need to rescue her, now!" Back then, I didn't question him. Why would I? His relationship with Alicia had always been closer than mine. But halfway up the mountain, I finally realized—it was all a lie. "Why should you enjoy over twenty years of wealth and privilege, while I crawl like a rat in the gutter? I'm dying, Kurt. A terminal illness. My time is short, but I'll make sure you suffer too.

He ignored the pressure from two Alphas bearing down on him and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I’m telling the truth! Wren left me five years ago, and she was already pregnant! That pup over there? He’s mine! The timeline fits perfectly! What, do you all think I’m blind?" His voice rose higher, thick with accusation. "Alpha Nolan, are you really okay with this? Raising another’s pup like your own?" I laughed. At first, it was a low chuckle, but it grew louder and louder until tears welled up at the corners of my eyes. "Oh, Aiden," I said, voice edged with scorn. "You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you

I'm furious “ What is the meaning of this? You took me to this place without my permission and now you want to restrict my movement. Alpha or whatever you are called, it can't happen” He stood up and threw the plate of food to the ground and lunch towards me. He began strangling me, I couldn't breathe “ How dare you talk to me like that. Am the alpha and you have to respect me.” I tried to push him but he was too strong. I began to lose consciousness “ Alpha, alpha. She is your mate “ someone shouted behind me. I black out