Bonnie Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He took a sip and then smiled at me. “Eat,” I urged him and he cut a slice of chicken and popped it into his mouth. “Hmm that's delicious. But I would love to try the antelope meat. I wonder where it is.” “Someone,” Alpha Nate called and a maid hurried over. “Where's the antelope meat, I haven't seen it yet.” The maid kept her head bowed. “I'll go get someone to deliver it soon, Alpha. Please be patient.” The maid said. “I am patient, that Is why I haven't had your head yet.”

Then again, my thoughts were that many had left for home after they finished through with their midterms. Bonnie went on to talk about wanting to watch a movie back in our room when she suddenly stopped. The strange expression that had fallen over her face, had my brows pulling together in question. “Bonnie?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” She slowly raised her hand and pointed off to the side. “W-Who’s that?” We all turned our heads and saw a horrible, cloaked figure that I shouldn’t have been surprised to see. Yet, there he was. That goddamned hunter. “Son of a bitch,” I hissed.

Adelina's soft voice echoes. My heart fills with relief and I open the door. She has a movie playing on her laptop, horror I think, and a bag of snacks slung over her shoulder. "Duty calls," she chirps before plopping on the bed. Adelina is already sprawled out on my bed, her laptop propped up on a pillow, and a bag of chips in her lap. The horror movie's playing, but she's more focused on her snacks than the actual plot. I sit beside her, glancing at the screen as a suspenseful scene builds up, but my attention keeps drifting back to Adelina and her never-ending supply of junk food.

Not with everything hanging in the balance. I needed answers. I needed to know why Chloe had been so distant, so cold. And more importantly, I needed to know what the hell had happened to my sister during *The Burning*. With one last glance at Ben, I stood and made my way out of the med tent. The night air was cool, but it did little to clear my head. The fires in the settlement had mostly burned out, but the scent of smoke still hung in the air, mixing with the distant sound of gunfire beyond the walls.

A part of me suddenly wished Damon was here. "No," she said, her tone calm but wary. "But I can tell he's a spy. I can't shake the feeling that someone’s watching, waiting to kill you." My heart skipped a beat. "Should we call Damon?" Bonnie's expression darkened. "No need. I'll call his sister instead." She discreetly reached for her phone. My eyes widened in shock. "Sister? Damon has a sister?" "Yes, he does. She was the one behind your sister's rescue. We call her Ghost," Bonnie said with a sly smile. "She's nice but a total badass. You're going to like her."

Bonnie made it known to Alura that she would be the one there, so more reason for Alura to show up. Bonnie would be there also, and they would both face Alura. Bonnie was the first person at the scene, she and Ava had everything planned, staged and they couldn't wait for Alura to reach. “Red hair.” Bonnie heard the voice that she had grown to detest. It was Alura, she was here. She turned to her. “You're finally here, I thought you were scared of showing up,” Bonnie said. “Me? Scared? Of you, someone who stopped practising witchcraft for years?” She asked and Bonnie laughed.

The screen in front of her glowed faintly in the dark room. He crossed the room slowly. “What's that?” Rosana didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on the screen. Her cheeks were stained with tears. Sergio looked at the screen and cursed. A flickering video. A house in flames. Children screaming. Smoke curling from shattered windows. Figures running in the chaos. Then—her. A little girl, no older than five, standing beside a woman—her mother—clutching her hands and sobbing. The camera shook.

“You’ll need authorization to proceed.” “I was instructed to come here,” I said. “These are the ashes of fallen warriors.” He glanced at the urns, then at my face. His expression changed, just slightly. “Name?” I gave it. He hesitated. “And your rank?” “I am not an Omega,” I said evenly. Before he could respond, footsteps approached from behind me. I recognized the voice before I turned. “Well, this is unexpected.” Bonnie stood there with several people at her back, her posture relaxed, her smile sharp. She looked me over slowly, from my face to the urns in my arms.

he asked, stepping closer to where Nina stood with a lustful look on his face. “What are you doing?” I struggled against my bonds. “Leave her alone!” The warrior seemed to take my words as a challenge. He raised his hand to Nina, who glared at him defiantly. “Aarlon stop!” Another warrior interrupted him, regardless, he pushed Nina. Aarlon turned to me with a satisfied smile on his face. “On a second thought, you are right, I shouldn’t soil my hands with the disgusting blood of these Omegas.” I glanced back at Nina, relieved they were all right. “Nina… take care of Abigail,” I whispered, trying to seem calm as the warriors resumed dragging me away. “I will be fine, I promise you.”

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.