Chapter 3 Of The Hunger Games นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

BOOK 3: Chapter 11: The Morning After The morning light slips through the sheer curtains, casting a golden sheen across the rumpled bed. The sheets are tangled around her legs, twisted and soaked with the remnants of a night she still can’t believe happened. Her body stirs before her mind fully registers it. A dull ache throbs in her hips, between her thighs, in places she hadn’t felt sore in years—not like this.

A/N: Hi Fam, Sree here. I hope you are loving the book and it is starting to get interesting. I just want to let you know that this chapter has a bit of 18+ scenes. It is an heads up. And yeah this chapter needs to be edited. Sorry for any mistakes. * * * * * * After 3 days: Ava's POV:

The moment I opened the door back home and saw Olivia, the weight in my chest finally settled. Olivia's eyes lit up instantly. She trotted toward me and wrapped her arms around mine. "Mommy, what brings you home so early?" I wrapped my arms around Olivia, stroking her soft hair. According to the Dezarae from three years in the future, Olivia would fall from a building in three hours' time. Just to be safe, I had to bring Olivia around with me the whole time. "Liv, come to work with me today, okay? I'll buy a strawberry cake for you."

Seth's lying on the floor tossing a ball in the air and making random comments that are either really smart or completely stupid. This is the first time since we got here that I can actually breathe. "So these three packs hate each other but they hate outsiders more?" I ask Zane. "Pretty much," Zane confirms, showing me a map on his tablet. "It's like high school with more murder," Seth adds from the floor. Hunter snorts. "That's actually accurate." I lean back in my chair and Hunter's eyes follow the movement. He's been doing that all morning. Watching me like I might disappear.

It was a silver knife . I saw it catch the moonlight and my body moved before my brain finished processing what it was seeing. I backed away on my hands and my damaged leg dragged and the pain of it was extraordinary but the knife was silver and silver killed Alphas and I was not going to die on this road, I was not going to die here, I had just won the Alpha seat!

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

This was a moment to pull back and understand what we were facing. "Shit…" Alpha Steele's voice drew my eyes forward. More hollows swarmed into the space. Sweat ran down my skin, the fire's intensity blurring my vision and dragging a cough up my throat. I held my ground beside Alpha Steele, my spear firm in my grip. Then another explosion tore through the southern pillar and Alpha Steele wrenched me from my position. I hit the ground hard, groaning, and opened my eyes to a thick cloud of dust following a heavy crash.

It is almost time for the game. **I am working on grammatical errors for each chapter**

I just nodded, clueless of what she’s talking about. “Well, then that goddess is here in front of you.” Then a huge amount of water covered her. Wait, what?! End of Chapter 3