Cassia Hunger Games Novels & Stories

A small smile appeared on Cassia’s face as she walked into the living room, where two heads turned her way. "There you are," Quinn said with a smile. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Cassia forced a soft smile. "Not really." Her stomach growled quietly, cutting through her thoughts. "But I’m hungry." Kiara chuckled lightly. "Good thing we cooked enough to feed an army." They headed into the kitchen, and Cassia helped set the food on the dining table. The scents of rice, vegetables, and roasted chicken were comforting. It felt... normal. Like everything was fine.

“What's going on?” Cassia’s sleepy voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts as she slowly walked downstairs wearing silk pajamas with her hair messy from sleep. One of her eyes remained half closed while she yawned softly. “You’re awake already?” she murmured before walking toward me and kissing my cheek casually. “Have you eaten yet?” “No,” I answered flatly. “Nyelle didn’t cook.” Cassia blinked. “Oh.” Then she frowned slightly. “What about the cooks?” I shook my head once. “The cooks don’t prepare my meals. Nyelle always does.”

she says, and Cass hands her a strainer and a glass. “What now?” I ask. “Now, I drink it,” Cassia says as she takes the glass and blows on the liquid to cool it. When it’s cool enough, she drinks it all in one go, and places the glass on the bench. “Oh Goddess, that was disgusting,” she grimaces. “How do you feel?” I ask. “I think...” She says, but then collapses. I catch her before she lands on the ground, and lift her into my arms.

The crying had disturbed one who had been weaned and raised on the notion that weakness was to be shown only to close family, if ever. And now she was sitting close to the fireplace, a blanket round her and a warm mug of wine clasped in her small hands. “I’m searching for my sister,” she said. “They said she had been taken across the border. I’ve never been this far south before.” “What’s your name, girl?” Drago asked, holding up his hand when he saw that Xander was about to speak. “Cassie,” she said. “That is, Princess Cassandra of Alba. And if you ever come across Adam Campbell, tell him I hate him and I wouldn’t marry him now if he were the last person in the land.”

"It will do me good to have sunlight and fresh air against my skin. It will help with my healing." They lapsed back into silence as Cassia ate a pastry, her eyes closing with enjoyment as she savoured the sweetness in her mouth. Pietro watched her, fascinated, his eyes riveted to her lips as she slowly chewed her food. His body stirred and he stiffened in shock. Sexual hunger suddenly overwhelmed him, as did the burning need to taste blood! One moment he was fine and in the next, he was overcome with dual gnawing pains flooding his body.

**Author's POV** Cassandra entered her room, looking exhausted and famished. She had denied herself of food that morning and gone to visit the priestess about the poison issue. She didn't understand why it hadn't taken any effect on Scarlett yet, and she was becoming more and more worried with every passing day. She had a feeling that whatever they were putting in her food had some sort of antidote in it, and she wanted to know what they did to counteract the poison. However, there was no way to get a word out about the subject without raising suspicion.

I have a huge meeting in the morning. The next morning I was in a meeting with the most powerful Alpha in Russia. 'Alpha?' Cassie's voice popped in my head. I tried not to get angry with her. She didn't know I was in an important meeting. 'Yes, Omega.' I replied. 'First, why do you have to call me Omega? And second, what am I supposed to eat? Everything is empty.' Cassie asked.

“This smells… different. What did you add to it?” “Just a herb,” he replied smoothly, eyes darting away for a fraction of a second. “Something to keep you energized through the day.” “Oh.” She smiled again, taking a small sip. The warmth slid down her throat, spreading comfort through her chest. “Hmm… not bad.” “So,” Damien started casually, setting his cup down, “where are you heading this early?” Cassia took another sip before replying, “To the woods — I need to get the Dawnfire Blossom before sunrise.”

I want to move normally into the villa. 'No.' George stopped and turned to look at Cassie. 'You are too cunning. I won't let you go so easily.' 'Then I won't eat.' 'If you go on a hunger strike, I'll kill you quietly.' Cassie spat, 'So crazy.' 'Thank you for your compliment. I will accept it humbly if you say I am a madman who devotes himself to love.' Cassie waved its body in defiance. 'I'm hungry!'

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.