Cassia Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She wondered again Cassie finally gets out of the bathroom after spending well over thirty minutes in the shower, trying to wash off all the thoughts her mind couldn’t stop dwelling on. She puts on a cotton short and the cropped hoodie that she had found in the wardrobe. After packing her damp hair in a bun, she takes in a deep breath and heads out of the room. She was going to face them somehow and right now, her hunger was the perfect motivation ************************************************* “Look who’s up” Alex says turning to face her

“What if I don’t know how?” “Then learn with empty hands.” Cassia’s smallest finger uncurled. The black knot under her palm flickered. No one moved. No one helped. No one commanded. Cassia breathed through the pain as another finger uncurled, then another. Each movement made the black knot flare, showing her old images: Luna silver, bowed servants, Darius beside her, Maera’s approving hand, Sera’s wolf shining at her side. Cassia wept through all of them. But she did not close her hand.

replied Cassia, nodding in agreement. "Then why do you still care about humans?" Draco asked in surprise. "Because my mother was human, and she gave her love to me unconditionally. She used to smile even though she had not eaten in three days. Jack used to share his bread with me, even though he's starving himself. They were just silly, fragile people. However, it was thanks to them that I live. I did not have any opportunity nor luxury of time to return their love. I didn't have a chance to feed them delicious food. So, at least I want to produce food so that children like me who live in hunger become less and less nowadays,” replied Cassia with a wistful gaze and teary eyes.

"I expected someone uglier." I say nothing. She walks toward me. Her heels click against the stone. Click. Click. Click. Each step echoes in the empty hallway. "I am Cassia," she says. "My husband is the Beta of this pack. I have lived in this fortress for twelve years." "Congratulations." Her smile tightens. "You have a mouth. That is unfortunate." I cross my arms. "What do you want?" Cassia stops in front of me. She is taller than me. She uses that height to look down at my face.

Cassia woke up the next morning with her panties extremely wet. Cheating because of a game was not the same thing right? She pressed her legs together, now wishing that she'd brought a vibrator along. She desperately needed to have an orgasm. She rolled out of bed. “Morning, sinner.” Cassia groaned, snapping out of her lewd thoughts. Ava was propped against the balcony door, her robe slipping off one shoulder, and eating pineapple straight from the platter.

Cassandria POV. I limp through the mansion. I need my phone, my laptop, and my team on their A game. I fall onto the sofa with a sigh. I lean my head back and close my eyes. So much for my relaxing evening. I scoff before I chuckle. It will never end unless I get to Nikolai first. The only way I can do that is by going after this monster’s family. I will use them to lure him out of hiding. I won’t hurt them. I don’t want them; I want him.

But Cassian’s world had narrowed until all he could see was her. Elara. He almost didn’t recognize the woman now poised beside the Blackwoods—so composed, so terrifyingly self-contained. As he watched her, a ragged, tattered, and wronged memory of her flashed in his mind, but he shook it off. It was a ghost of a lifetime only he was plagued to remember and hate himself for not doing anything before it was too late.

Cassia stood closer to the bed, shooting her hostile stares. “She cannot even talk,” Cassia thought she was safe with whatever she did, then she let her mask slip. “Just die already,” she whispered, her voice cold, filled with venom. “Why are you still clinging on?” She paced around the room, lowered her voice but was cruel. “Do you know how long I’ve had to pretend? Smiling, pushing you around, listening to your wheezing,” her words were cruel, pouring out like poison. “Playing the good, hardworking daughter.”

POV CASSANDRA "I... my name is Cassie, the new maid of the palace. I just wanted to know if you need anything else..."** — My words came out in stutters, laden with nervousness, as my heart raced so loudly that I could almost hear it.

“You think chaos is freedom? Look around you.” She gestured to the smoke rising in the distance. “This is what your ‘hope’ brings — fire, ruin, and hunger. Do you think those who burned your warehouses will feed your children when the grain runs out?” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Cassidy’s gaze swept the sea of faces, then landed on Elara. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stop. “There she is,” Cassidy said, her lips curving. “The woman who promises you light while she burns down your home.”