Annie Cresta Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I say to myself more than him, and my attention is brought back to Alexander when he wraps his hand around my wrist, yanking me out of the stall. "What are you—" I don't get to finish before Alexander pushes me out of the door, closing it behind us and my guess is confirmed as we stand in front of Nina. One of the popular girls in school. Quite a beauty with her long black hair, one that she expertly pulls off, complimenting her other features might I add. She looks between me and Alexander before her gaze settles on him. "What were you two doing in there?" "What would a boy and a girl do inside the school's restroom?" Alexander responds and I snap my head to him with wide eyes.

I started but was interrupted when Inez, the waitress, arrived with her drink. “Oh dear, you look so damn hot tonight,” Inez complimented Irene and the latter chuckled shyly. Oh the guts of this woman to be shy. She looks like she’s ready to be ravished tonight and yet she’d give us this smile. “So, why is your pack way too crowded tonight?” I asked her. It wasn’t usually this packed at Mooncrest. “Well that was because of the impending Alpha Games. Remember that sort of tournament Felix won when he was younger?” she asked and sipped on her piña colada. I watched as her lips curved on the glass and felt something inside me stirred.

She spun on her heels and stormed off. Panic flared in my chest. She was my only way out. I couldn't let her leave. "Tiffany!" I called, rushing after her. "Get away from me, you righteous goddess," she bit out, quickening her pace. "Oh, wait. You're not righteous, are you? Lying to Turner about your identity. He might be stupid, but I know every pack's crest. You must be a loyal moonstone, aren't you? Or are you going to deny that you don't have the crest tattooed on your neck?"

“But it isn’t like that. Atticus isn’t like that.” “Please,” she raises her hand before her face, “just stop now before you lose the last shred of your self-respect. You are not going to tell me that after you got injured during some weird hazing ritual, the Legacy Seven just tested you with that their leader, Atticus Maximillion Preston VI, is innocent? Because I’m about to have you committed for losing your goddamned mind!” Her accent is pure California as she hits those last two words, her cheeks red and flushed, her eyes large and emotive. Whatever hurt she is feeling is genuine. But that doesn’t mean that she is right.

We walked to the edge of the frozen gardens and the snow was deep and the trees were bare and the sky was dark. Kade was behind us with Raven and Benita and Tasha. Their voices were low and their laughter was soft. "The academy is talking," Kade said. "About Sha. About the fire. About Cressida." "What are they saying?" "They are saying that Cressida is a hero. That she survived the fire and that she is strong and that she is brave." "That is good." "It is good." Raven spoke and her voice was sharp. "They are also saying that Sha is a monster. That she is dangerous. That she should be locked up forever."

I nod my head and she continues “ I am a werewolf and the mate of the beta in Ravenous pack” I heard the word that I've been my nightmare since my dad left me “ What? Do you say ravenous pack? I mean the group of people that killed my dad. Why didn't you tell me all these while I am friends with my enemy.” I couldn't believe my ears that I was friend with my enemy

As the days passed, Crema continued to lose hope. She no longer tried to escape and lost her beauty in everything. Even food she only ate a little. He just wants to die rather than stay in that dark prison. He can no longer live in that place. And every time he thinks of his friend Mila, he becomes emotional. Sauro noticed that but he just ignored it. But a revelation about Crema's character will be revealed. Because he did not know the full details of the death of Crema's parents. Did he not consider the number of people he killed? its parents are beta.

Indianna shrugged her shoulders and looked at her nails, not liking everyone’s eyes on her. “Hiya, Indianna,” Kirstie said and smiled brightly. “I’m Greyson’s older sister, Kirstie.” “Hi,” Indianna mumbled and Kirstie arched an eyebrow. “She is a quiet little thing now isn’t she?” She chuckled. “Sugar, we’re going to give you answers now,” Greyson said and Indianna nodded. “Indie, you know we have a connection. That connection is impossible between humans.” “Humans?” She asked quietly. “If you’re not humans then what are you?”

Why am I being tortured for something I didn’t do? I want to curse the heavens and the moon itself. Why am I Makayla Pride, daughter of Nemora? Why couldn’t I have been Quinn Iverson? Or Annabelle Lucas? Or any one of the beautiful girls of River Crest who were loved by their parents and cherished by their pack? I break through the tree line and the dense canopy overhead blocks the sun. I’m still running, legs pumping furiously as I charge toward the unknown. But I can breathe a little easier.

Rising I agitation, he lashes out at the girl towering over him. "Could you please fuck off?!" Their eyes meeting, Akillim redirects the stare he receives. Its funny how the one who sorted his life, now possesses interests that resides over their murderous intents. "I'm Ceira, an inhabitant of the forest of Traè" Her eyes twinkled, as the wind swam across her face, pulling the pieces of hair that escaped the thick bundled braid, to itself. Their gazes never left the other, basically an impromptu staring contest.