Beetee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

When he killed the engine, Layla hopped out of the back and began sorting through their gear in the trunk, while Mira scanned the vacant Starlight trench through her binoculars. “It certainly is vacant,” she said, thinking to herself that Nate had kept his word. In so many ways, she wished she hadn’t been compelled to run off from the Escala earlier. Part of her would’ve loved to have stayed, forgotten her worries for an afternoon, gotten lost in the spell of his body, the intoxication of his effect on her, but saving Bellevue from certain death was far more important. What was this war brewing inside her, hating and also loving Nate, if love was even a remote possibility? “Let’s go,” said L

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"I know. The beast is back and if it comes to, I'll kill it. But right now. The most important thing to focus on is my daughter." He hung up the phone and sat in his chair frustrated. The beast? I wonder what it is. Then I remember how dad wanted me to take the pocket knife and pepper spray. I guess I now know why. I continued to walk upstairs to get ready of the dinner. The dinner wasn't that bad. The Jones would have a vegetarian dinner every other day to eat healthy and because their daughter, Denise. And the conversations went the way I expected it to go. They gave me their condolences for mom. They asked about how life was after I moved. Like school, friends, boys, things like that. The

She breathed out, her knees became jelly, and let herself slum in the ground. "All I thought you're a snake, yet you are just a petiole of the coconut leaves? I've been scared for nothing." She picked up the petiole and look closely at it. It had a shape that resembles a cobra's head. She then throws it away. She inhaled deeply and exhaled. Using her palm, she dried her sweats. "I'm so stupid! Haha." She laugh at herself, thinking how stupid she was a moment ago. Bea continued her journey, she was tired and her knees are getting weaker, she could feel she will faint anytime. Just as when she's about to surrender, she got a peek of the mansion.

I smile softly. Why can't I stop smiling?? “So," I shift my focus back to the people before me, “you all are warriors? Or enrolled to be?" “Oh, no. I don't have the heart to be," Becca expresses, a look of horror on her face. “Violence makes me want to puke and I hate it when Adam comes home after training with bruises on him." I assume Adam is her mate. Since we are no longer in high school —graduating, rather— we have the chance to venture into what part we want to. Mike wants to be a warrior, I'm not shocked about it. I wonder how he becomes friends with Becca if she isn't in his unit.

We were just two more nameless students lost in the belly of the city. Three hours later, sitting in the back of that cramped bus, the adrenaline finally died. I went out and grabbed what I could—a black nylon bag of Ewa Agoyin and fresh Agege bread. "Eat," I told her, tearing a chunk of the bread. I felt a pang of guilt. "It’s not the kind of food from the Elite Lounge, but it’s the best I could find. I'm sorry I brought you to this, Becca." She laughed then, a long, genuine sound that surprised me. "You're the rich kid, this is enough for me," she winked.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

“This is Bea. Her mother runs the kitchens, her father is our head hunter, and Bea is our butcher. You already know Tessa. This is Alpha Xavier, and chieftains Riven, Silas, Jeb, Damon, and Thorne.” They all nod in greeting—except Thorne, who studies her with sharp, assessing eyes. “Nice to meet you all,” Bea says easily. “Feel free to let me know your preferred game. I’ll put in a good word during deliveries.” “Bea,” I add, “from now on, I want you to look at all of us as one unit. If you have questions or issues, you can come to any one of us.” Her pale green eyes scrunch. “Oh. Sure. Whatever you say.”

The landscape stretched out before us, vibrant and teeming with life, but also filled with hidden perils. Our team, consisting of Aret, Nova, Horia, and myself, Jannah, had trained for years to reach this point, but nothing could have prepared us for the reality of the Hunger Games. The very mention of its name sent shivers down our spines, and we knew that survival in this brutal contest would demand everything we had. Our surroundings were dense with towering trees and exotic flora, their vibrant colors contrasting with the shadowy undergrowth. The air was thick with the sounds of unknown creatures, their calls, and rustlings both fascinating and foreboding.

I can’t believe that I am begging him like this. Beel looks like he is questioning why I cut him off, but I can tell that he is pushing back the question. “Right this way.” The prince of glutton starts to walk ahead of us and right through the wall of water that Leviathan has conjured. “Hey, where are you—” Beel did not let Leviathan finish his sentence because he starts to walk like he hears no one. The hoard of zombies—yeah, I am just going to call them that—all just gave him a look before completely ignoring him.