Cassia Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“You knew it was me—” But he hadn’t or hadn’t cared. I dropped my satchel on the table and yanked off my jacket. Blood from five warriors was still crusted on the sleeves. My hands smelled like poultices and death. I couldn’t stand it. A noise scraped at my ears, movements. I turned sharply—just in time to see Cassia slip through the back door. She smiled. Barefoot now, like she’d just danced with the Goddess herself. “What the hell are you doing in here?” I snarled.

Zarek was ruining me with his actions and a part of me wished I had died when that silver hit my throat three weeks ago. I for a fork and took a trembling bite of the roast from her plate, then lifted it toward her lips. Cassia smirked, leaned forward, and opened her mouth delicately like a queen accepting tribute. “Such obedient little human,” she mused, chewing slowly. “You’d think she was raised for this.” Laughter again. Always laughter. I fed her another bite. Then another. And when it was over, when my knees ached and my face burned and my pride lay shattered beneath her heels, I rose, trembling.

Cassia was playing a dangerous game, and they couldn’t afford to make any more mistakes. As they moved forward, Elara found herself growing closer to the few allies they could rely on. Claire Matthews, who had been one of Cassia’s first victims, became a trusted confidant, offering valuable insights into how Cassia operated. Claire had been through the worst of it, and her determination to see Cassia fall matched Elara’s own.

Cassie felt embarrassed that everyone knew they had been intimate the night before. "Mother what are you getting at?" Nathan asked. "Cassie is not a pure blood; she is a half blood." Laura said. Cassie head snapped up from looking at her hand. Her mother had written and told Laura she was a half blood. "Did you know Cassie?" Laura asked.

Mirriam interjected with a sinister smile, “Father will still choose me. You’re nothing. A useless nobody who doesn’t deserve the Knowles name.” Cassidy’s gaze slid back to Rima. “You think so, Madame Rima?” she asked softly. “Don’t I deserve the Knowles name?” Rima said nothing. She could only gape, fury warring with unease. “I hate that name,” Cassidy continued calmly. “I have no interest in wearing it.” Then she smiled again—slow, deliberate. “But I can still fight for it. Just for fun.” Her eyes gleamed. “Let’s see who walks away victorious.”

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle.

Can I trust my mates? 'Yes we can Cass' Lexi pleads in my head. ' I agree with Lexi they can help us they are the only two people other than Casey I don't want to kill.' Mia says dead serious. ' That's a first' I replied shocked that she didn't want to kill.

It was my sister Mia. “Cassidy!” Mia hugged me. “I am so glad you’re here. I hugged her back. “It’s nice seeing you, too.” I pushed her back to take a good at her. There was a sizeable scratch mark on her freckled cheek. A dark bruise was slightly peaking through her bangs. The demons haunting her were becoming more aggressive with time. Her pretty blonde hair, dark expressive eyes, and cute face couldn’t hide the life being sucked out of her by those evil leeches. Even her body looked a lot frailer than before.

When I was about to leave the room, Hunter said something, so I stopped. "Fionna, do you know Caspian? Caspian Magnus Castillo from Ciudad Reál?" Hunter loudly asked. Why the fuck would he ask her about me? I looked back to see her reaction, but it seemed like she was not bothered by what Hunter asked her. Is there something wrong? "Yes," it's almost a whispered when she said that. I left the room after that. I don't want to meddle in their conversation. I don't care if Hunter says shits about me in front of her, what made me curious is what is bothering her? She's always zoning out.

“If you don't get out, David, I will call security.” Still, David didn't budge. Instead, his eyes trailed to her unconscious mother. “The Grays are a dangerous family, Cassie. You’re going to need a father who knows how to play their game. Think about it. For her sake.” “There is nothing to think about,” Cassandra walked towards the door and opened it. “I want nothing to do with you. I can handle myself. I have been handling myself fine for over a decade now.” She gestured towards the door. “Get out!”