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I snort and lean back against the headboard of the bed. "What movie is this?" "Hunger Games." "Never seen it." "I have. Fell in love with the Hemsworth brother and binged almost every movie he was in. Hated him after these movies though." He snorts and shakes his head. "Which one?" "Wait a minute and he'll pop up." We watch the movie and when the character pops up I point him out. "Damn..." "Yeah, I know. He's just a douche in this one though." He snorts and shakes his head. He eats until he clears two of the plates and then grabs the uneaten cake. He wipes a used fork with a napkin and grabs a spoon from one of the other plates and hands it to me placing the cake in between us.

"You would have known if you were Lorraine that she told her to continue her legacy." They may look alive, sound alive but dead things always smell dead. As she was about to attack me Nova came running and she stabbed her from the back and she shriveled, collapsing onto the floor, Asher following suit. "How dare they use the dead against us!" I growled, I was pissed as hell. I glared at the sky, hoping Lady Dyare could see me. "The Hunger Games really have no limit," Nova said as she gripped her sword tighter, staring around. "Wait, what of Horia?"

I say. " Sadly not. I am healing at a good rate, but he doesn't want me pushing it yet," says Kurt. We nod at that. " I can understand that," says John. " So anyone up for a movie?" I say. They all look at me and smile before nodding. " I pick it though," I say. They all groaned but agreed. I grinned and ran to the movie stand and grabbed the new movie I had yet to open. Kurt takes the movie and looks at the cover. " The Hunger Games. What the heck is this?"

Thanks dad. Chloe’s dress was impossible to ignore, crimson red, low-cut back, her hair pinned up but a few strands loose, framing her face. Brian forced himself to look away, though it took effort. The gym looked deserted, but a massive vampire swung the door open for them. Behind the curtains, a hidden hallway buzzed with chatter. Fighters stood by the doors, some inside, waiting their turn. Chloe moved past them, her eyes locking with Hunter’s. He grinned, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

They were vultures. We walked together, his hand lightly at the small of my back, playing our part. A couple with more money than morals. My pulse skittered at the touch. It wasn’t real, I reminded myself. Just the cover. Just the job. But the warmth of his palm seeped through the fabric of my dress, branding me all the same. --- Mrs. Clove was the first to approach us. I expected an older woman, someone sharp and brittle with too much jewelry and too much perfume. Instead, she was young. Younger than me, maybe. Mid-twenties, with glossy hair swept over one shoulder and a smile like a knife.

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I froze in the living room, my face heating instantly. “Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, backing up a step. But before I could turn around, Clover’s bedroom door opened and she appeared in the hallway wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely covered anything. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, and right behind her was Cameroon—shirtless, pants half-zipped, looking equally startled. “Lumi!” Clover yelped, yanking the shirt down as far as it would go. “What the hell? I thought you were coming later!”

Griff said tiredly. "No it's not. It is perfectly rated. Because it is a perfectly good series of movies." I argued with him. "Whatever bro." Tyler told me and I noticed Storm silently looking at me then he looked at Cole before frowning briefly. "I would choose the hunger games over Harry Potter any day." Storm said in a certain tone. "Now we're talking. See that's gas." Griff told me and I rolled my eyes at him. "I agree that it's gas but it's not gassier than Harry fucking Potter." I told him and he ruffled my hair up.

Eighteen minutes. Clove was the best larcenist money could buy. He had hired her in Prague four years ago after she bypassed a security system that three other professionals had told him was impenetrable. She had done it in eleven minutes, with a hairpin and a device the size of a matchbook, while eating an apple. She had seventeen minutes left. He pressed the earpiece. "Clove." "I'm in," she said. Her voice was completely even. He could hear the soft click of tumblers in the background. "Give me ten."

“…So…It was all a play?” Shama whispered as a tear rolled down her cheeks. Her brother and General Yug were fighting them. They were stopping them from entering the palace. The general of werewolf clan was fighting with Raghav on the other hand Yug was directing the troop to stop them from entering the palace.