71st Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Her entire body throbbed with deep, deep exhaustion, and despite all her tactical maneuvers over the past hour, she hadn’t managed to land a single decisive blow. Nimrod was a formidable adversary, a highly decorated ex-navy officer who had spent decades mastering lethal hand-to-hand combat. His movements were calculated, efficient, and devastatingly precise. Against him was Seven—just a seventeen-year-old girl. On paper, it was a laughable matchup. What real chance did a scrawny teenage apprentice have against a seasoned military veteran who was practically built for warfare? Think, Seven! she fiercely reprimanded herself, biting the inside of her cheek until the copper taste of blood groun

What I wanted was to throw down my fork, grab it with my hands, and stuff it into my mouth. The closer it got to the downtown of the city, the stricter the hygiene control was. Gradually, I couldn't find any garbage. It meant there was no food for me. I was almost starving for three days and had to eat leaves to fill my stomach. Under the gaze of the family, I restrained myself and ate slowly. But I still felt Joanna ridiculing me. She used the fork and knife to eat elegantly. Jeffrey saw this scene. He was more disgusted with me. But as Helen asked, he had to take care of me.

phone to text X, What is Slim doing outside the penthouse? Ellie is pouring everyone's glasses of wine and walks over to me handing me one, “You’re so lucky Millie, I’m jealous.” Of what? This lonely penthouse? Of the anxiety that comes with loving this man who’ll never love you back? Or are you jealous of the insane amount of drama that comes with it all? Nothing to be jealous of Ellie… I say none of that though, I just give her a small smile and thank her for the wine she handed me. I feel my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my shorts. It’s X. Just extra protection baby, nothing to be alarmed by, I have my guys in rotation for tonight. I roll my eyes at his text although h

"You have nowhere to run. The mountain is surrounded." "He’s right, Brother," Jian’s voice came from the slope. He had descended halfway, the rifle slung over his shoulder, a heavy, silver-bound book held in his hand like a holy relic. The "Seventh Ledger." Jian looked at the scene with a chilling, detached amusement. "The Londoners have a perimeter. They have the valley blocked. You think a magnesium flare is enough to save a dying line?"

I watched as the silver burned his palm, but he didn’t make a sound, he just threw the knife from my hand across the room. The look in his eyes turned from anger to crazed. I knew he was bound to slip up in this frenzied state. Luckily for me, I was a Hunter. No, I wasn’t just a Hunter, I was the best Hunter in The Academy. I knew I needed clarity, I needed to remain calm, and the only way I could do that was to get a read on his thoughts. He grabbed my throat and I instinctively tried to pry his hands away, but in reality I was reading him like a fucking book. He planned to kidnap me, and throw me into a hallucination, one where I would never know the difference between real and fake. He wa

- I answer simply - They went after her before going on me and told me, I managed to kill the actors. She looked away sadly, sniffed quickly, blinking away the sadness. - It's after the battle that you feel death. What are you waiting for? Let's go - She tries to lift me - Everyone's freedom is available. The minions have gone to defend and few are caring who is running away. Many are being killed for disobedience if they come across a worm in the corridors or by the very structure of the place. Need help. - I am unable. - Of course you can! You are the Seventh. Tenth and you are a scumbag in combat, make anyone jealous or scared. Need help.

He looked at her face. "You memorized the bloodline hierarchy for tonight," he said. She stopped two feet from him. "How do you know that?" "Because you're not nervous." He held her gaze. "Which means you prepared until the nerves had nowhere to stand." Nora said nothing for a moment, because that was accurate in a way she didn't particularly want to confirm out loud. "The Harlow bloodline," she said instead. "Third rank. They have a treaty dispute with Vael that's been unresolved for sixty years. Do I acknowledge it or not if it comes up?"

I c-can't breathe a-anymore. ©SKIES AMBRIELLE Votes and comments are, highly appreciated! Thanks for reading!>.<

Everyone around him was frozen in shock. His assistant rushed over. "Mr. Lawson, what happened?" Rory couldn't speak. His throat was tight, choked by the weight of the pain. Behind him, the sky above the villa was filled with the fireworks that had been prepared yesterday. It would have been the happiest moment of his life, but he had lost me.

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.