Cato Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He had his lackeys drag them out and toss them to the zombies. Then he took their apartments and turned them into storage. To stay invisible, I stopped eating. My stomach felt like a pit, but I didn't dare move. The cats were still asleep. If not for their steady breathing, I'd think they were already gone. Day three. I woke up starving. The security booth door slammed open. Dylan walked in with a crew behind him. "Jaime. So this is where you've been. Took me a minute to track you down." The dogs crowded the doorway. My skin prickled.

********* Charlotte's POV Back in the room, I paced endlessly, frustration gnawing at me. Cathy was gone, Alden was weakened, and it felt like everything was collapsing around me like a house of cards. My life was starting to feel like a cage and I felt powerless to do anything about it. Lena. Lena was the cause of this all. That beast wench. Her refusal to divulge information regarding Alden regaining his powers was just the half of it. She had poisoned me, used me as bait to lure Cathy. The thought sent anger, hot and acid, surging through me.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

It's been hours since Katerina laid on the bed in her room thinking about her conversation with Damon earlier. After a while her stomach grumbled. She realized that she hasn't eaten yet. She also doesn't know how long she has been sleeping. She's wondering what kind of drug was injected into her that she didn't even wake up the entire flight. Lazily, she stood up and slowly put his ear to the door to check if Damon was around. When she didn't hear anything, she slowly peeked outside but a strong scent of delicious steak invaded her nostrils. Her stomach just growled again. Now she's even feeling so hungry.

What is it with him, food, and this kitchen? Charlotte takes my mind out of the gutter by brushing my ankles with her wet snout. I pick her up and cuddle her on the couch. “Are you full, little one? Your dad bought you a lot of food and toys so just wait here, okay?” She presents me with her bulging stomach to scratch. Just a few days ago, she was shivering and starving on the streets. “Look at you, you’re all pampered and happy here. Be good, yeah? Don’t bite the pillows and pee on his rug.” I try to negotiate with her.

Starved Passion::: Was this her way of revenge? He sigh loudly, he should have apologize to her earlier, what manner of torture is this? He looked at her, she was not looking at him. He had never seen Ivana dressed like this, he was aware of his workers having extra clothes at work Incase any unforeseen circumstances arises, Davin eyes darted to the people present in the meeting, his blood boiled, their eyes were feeding hungrily on Ivana, the lust there, he suddenly felt the urge to snap their necks.

While in the evening, it’s giving me more fear than I thought of. “We should try a Fantasy one.” “The Hunger Games?” “I’ve read and watched the whole trilogy.” “You pick.” He scrolled the movie list using the remote of their Smart TV. I chose a movie that I found a lot of good reviews about. It wasn’t a book-to-movie adaptation so the storyline was fresh in my eyes. In the first twenty minutes of the movie, Minnie brought two medium-sized ceramic bowls. “Instant ramen for the two of you.” “Thanks,” We both said.

‘I will not back down,’ he ran towards the Alpha. Alpha Draven snorted, ’So, you would like to play? Very well,’ he held a stance. A lethal stare beamed through Cato, ‘How about you kneel for me?’ His voice was still calm and collected, but dark and terrifying. He was not afraid at all. Cato kept charging, drawing back a fist, ready to lunge and fight him when— ‘I said… kneel.’ His voice. The way it changed so suddenly. A growl didn’t seem to justify how it sounded, how it felt. It vibrated through the house, through me, though… everyone.

Katarina's POV At Velmorra I woke up sore, spoiled, and starving. Not just for food. The air in Velmorra was sharp. Clean. Cold against my bare legs as I walked barefoot across marble that could swallow a city. This place was massive. A goddamn haunted cathedral with too many halls, too many stairs, too many secrets. And it was mine now. Mine to wander. Mine to touch. Mine to ruin. I wore nothing but one of Vittorio's shirts—white, oversized, unbuttoned halfway down my chest. No bra. No panties. Just skin and hunger.

Catherine: My eyes were burning as I struggled to open them, my hands both covering my face as I felt someone jumping out of the bed. I gulped nervously as soon as the strong scent of cigarettes mixed with manly cologne tickled my nose. My eyes were suddenly wide open. At first it was his shadow that I saw, a tall muscular guy. But then my eyes landed on the huge tattoo of a serpent curled around a burning skull, it was taking up a large space on his bare back. My heart started racing in my chest, it sent terror through me.