Castor Pollux Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Because this time Lexie knew who she was truly giving herself to. A moan slipped from her as I took another lick as I lapped up more of her juices for the hunger I had building inside of me. Nipping at the pink flesh my fangs elongated enough to pierce it slightly without causing any pain for me to take a taste of what flowed within her. The taste of her juices mixed with her blood sent waves of hunger and desire to my soul begging me to make her mine. I wanted to shut that part of me down, but I had promised Lexie this one night of me truly giving myself to her. So instead, I gave into the hunger and devoured her pussy like it was the last meal I would ever get from her.

he muttered as he walked by. I nodded in agreement. Once Marcus was gone, I backed up and looked around the corner, seeing Haylie, Leia, and her...boyfriend talking, and watched as Leia and Jacob Broder kissed and talked, and I felt a twist in my gut. "The hell?" I mumbled to myself, holding my stomach. Lunch wasn't for another period. Clearly, I was starving. Either that, or I suddenly got a vagina and started my period.

Xeraphina Cassius swings the door open, revealing a food cart laden with a myriad of plates brimming with delectable Italian dishes. His enticing aroma of the ocean, intertwined with the refreshing scent of ripe watermelon and a subtle hint of rich chocolate, dances through the air, enveloping me. It stirs a mixture of excitement and hunger, causing my stomach to growl. With a mischievous chuckle, Cassius places a plate overflowing with plump raviolis onto my lap, and positions a garlic-butter toasted breadstick nearby.

Jenatrix announced while looking up at President Chang and pulling her lip gloss out of her illuminated purse. President Chang watched as Jenatrix applied the lip gloss to her full lips while nodding her head rhythmically to Megan Thee Stallion. While staring across the way at Jenatrix, she could sense a danger she had never sensed before. Something was wrong, and President Chang felt that looking at Jenatrix was like looking into the mouth of a dragon. “I’m hungry,” Jenatrix smirked while standing up from her seat. The albino hitwoman snapped her fingers and danced to her hip-hop music while making her way over to President Chang’s husband.

Those unclean eyes of hers. “What’s this?” “Chicken porridge.” “Looks delicious, can I taste?” The look he gave her, was certainly out of it. She itched her neck and pouted. “Just a spoon.” “It’s food for the guards ms Elina.” “What am I?” “Are you a guard?” “Ain’t I doing their work. Just give me a taste would you?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue. This little girl, there was no way she would last in there. He could bet, a week and she’s gone. He snap his finger.

A blazing torch of orange fire had been stitched over their hearts, its colour matching the braided cloth that hung at their waists, keeping the flowing robes closed. A shiver ran up my spine. As normal as they looked, these were the Nest leaders. What they said was law and defying them was death. Burney had let slip before we got here that their mother had been one of them before she died, and that if Aaron had been here when it happened, he would've been voted one of them, making him the youngest councillor to accept his seat in the history of the Scorchers.

WARNING: this chapter contains descriptions of sexual assault === The room instantly felt too hot and Chloe tried to swallow, her mouth feeling dry. A hand on her naked arm made her jump and she looked up to find Nathaniel towering over her, his eyes lasciviously roaming over her body. “You know, I never found my mate?” Nathaniel suddenly spoke, his voice low. “I searched and searched but after years of disappointment I finally gave up. For a while I was okay with not having a mate, not having a family but as I get older I realise that I can’t run this pack alone and certainly not forever. The pack needs a Luna. We need hope that there is a future…”

And he didn't see it coming back to bite him. "She doesn't care about me. I'm just a tool. It's all about power. About keeping the Roman family at the top. I was never going to be happy. I know that now. I have to keep the baby, Lila, everything. If I don't, my mother will ensure I regret it for the rest of my life." I couldn't believe what I was reading. Castor had been pushed to the edge, manipulated by his own mother into this perfect Roman image.

Castor! Castor was here! But where I should feel relief, apprehension took its place. Castor was a husk of….a black hole. From his head to his toe, it was black pit. But in his gut, where the life-force should be was a malicious red orb that seemed nasty. It wasn’t bright, but deep. So deep it was almost black. Without that red glow, Castor would be an empty husk of nothing. So Castor was not human? So far, humans had gold threads, and witches had the colorful lights. Since his was a red orb, then he wasn’t human or witch. So what the hell was he?

The beast that ruled this land. His snarl made the floor tremble beneath my feet. His eyes flicked from me to the knife, calculating, burning, furious. “Don’t move!” the assassin shouted, tightening his grip. “One step and she dies!” But Alexandro didn’t step. He didn’t need to. His power filled the room like a storm. His muscles twitched, ready to pounce. A predator moments away from tearing apart his prey. I was shaking now, tears threatening to spill. “Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, unsure whether I was pleading to the assassin or to Alexandro.