Cassia Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“She’s weaponized.” A Bold Move Cassia didn’t wait. She galloped down the slope, ignoring Rhian’s protests. “I have to reach her before she destroys everything!” She tore through smoke and ash, leaping off her horse near the square. The girl stood in the middle of a burning fountain, staring into flame. Cassia approached slowly. “You don’t have to do this,” she said. The girl turned. Her face was like a reflection, but twisted in sorrow and heat.

Cassie’s POV The roar of the crowd still rang in my ears as I slipped through the back corridor toward the locker rooms. Caspian had played like a beast tonight, scoring the winning goal in the last minute, the stadium had exploded, but all I could think about was that girl on the sidelines and the way she’d pressed her chest against his arm, laughing too loud, touching him like she had every right. It wasn’t rational. I knew it was nothing. But after Lily’s silence and everything else piling up, it had lit a fire in me I couldn’t ignore.

“Right. We are going to get you some soup. I believe you were being promised food before all of this happened. And then, we are going to turn on a feel good movie or show and wait for your Alphas to return to you.” “A - a movie?” Cassia asked, quizzically. She’d heard people talk about movies, and she’d seen a tv in one of the places they’d stayed, but it hadn’t worked. “What?” Sam asked, his mouth going slightly slack. “Have you - I mean you were on the run, right - but did you never see a movie?” Cassia, remembering her injuries, responded with a negative “Mm mm.” Sam’s face flitted quickly from horror to a glee that terrified Cassia.

His growl echoed like thunder. Cassia reached for her power—felt it stir, deep and wild. She was done hiding. The enemy smiled wider. “Let’s end this.”

CHAPTER 1 Cassie If you told me 2 months ago, that the man that murdered my parents in cold blood would buy me as his sex slave, I wouldn’t have believed you. And if you had told me that the same man would be my mate, I would have punched you. But here we are…. Maybe this was a sign from the godess that I was meant to kill him and avenge the death of my parents. Yes. No matter the cost, I will kill Alpha Jake.

Why did hearing about the girl who died feel like claws raking against my soul? I turned. Slowly. The decision tasted like blood in my mouth. His eyes were still on me. I tried to lift my chin, but the weight of those eyes made it impossible. My voice fought its way out, broken but sharp. “What do you want from me?” He stepped forward. Deliberate. The other warriors around us barely noticed, their laughter a careless background. But for me, the whole world shrank to his slow steps and the silence stretching taut between us.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

×××× [CHANNEL 37B2 — AJAX NEWS REPORT] This was an entrance and I had to make sure everyone felt it. Natasha had practically yelled at me in the car, telling me to go big, to milk every second of this, to make sure the world knew I was alive and that Conrad Basquire’s empire of lies was crumbling. The headlines had been insane already “The Heiress Rises From the Dead,” “Deal With the Devil? She is Back,”people were already spinning stories and I intended to make good use of this social media heat.

Mariam is calling my name. But he is, too, and I want it all to go away. I don't want him around me anymore. I don't care that he brings me donuts to sweeten his vile grin. Anything from him is poison and will kill me. Pieces of me are already gone. "Cas, honey. Talk to me." This voice is sweet and loving and nothing like his. I want to follow it out of the darkness. He won't let me go.