Cornelius Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I sat down in an aisle seat on the last row, hoping that when my name wasn’t called, I could escape quickly, before he could catch me again. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed as he moved to the podium. He scanned the room and his eyes lingered on me. My body heated and once again I was thinking about being under him as he fucked me silly. Damnit. I needed to focus. His younger brother moved towards him with the box of names in it. I glanced around the room at the 50 or so people gathered there. Our town’s population had dwindled to close to 300 people. Between the elderly, disabled, and children there were only those in the room capable of hunting for food. The children gathered fru

Her phone lit up. The unknown number. The last one. She looked at the screen. You don't need me anymore. The work is yours now. One last thing before I go to the sixth community register. The one still in the private holding. It was sealed specifically for the day the Covenant bloodline's standing was revived. You can open it now. She held the phone. She looked at Caspian. "The sixth register," she said. He looked at the message. "The one that was never returned," he said.

Waddlebug asked, gasping. Corey said nothing, simply returned his gaze to the fireplace. Though he seemed unworried by Ms. Fizzlestitch’s lack of immediate attention, it did bother him that she was taking so long. As to Mr. Waddlebug’s question, well, desperate times did call for whatever measure necessary to ensure a victory. And though Cornelius Cane wasn’t sure what losing felt like, as he had never done it before, he was fairly certain he wouldn’t like it. No, Ms. Fizzlestitch would need to be persuaded to stay at the North Pole, whatever the price for that relocation may be.

I had lost pretty much everything this last few months, Lydia was the only thing tethering me to this God forsaken world and I was hell bent on having her dead brother or not. My rifle locked and loaded, I spotted my woman in the event and Cornelius few feet away from her. It was too crowded, killing him there would cause so much chaos. Chaos that would prevent me from taking what belonged to me. When Cornelius left whoever he was talking to go by her side and she turned around. I felt gutted. Her baby bump stood out from there small frame. And Cornelius couldn't have been happier. She was having a baby? His fucking baby?

She looked up to Nathan and said, “Tribute!” Nathan’s eyebrows were raised. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s from Hunger Games,” Helen explained. “It means that I will take her place. Whatever punishment you had intended for her will be mine.” Elma held Helen and said, “Miss, don’t. You are pregnant. I did the deed. I should bear the punishment.” Nathan turned to Elma and said, “Fine. So be it. Go, kneel at the door, and stay there until this time tomorrow. I think that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”

" Okay... I muttered, and I stood there as the line went dead. It's okay... I can do this, I muttered to myself. One of the boys over there came over to hand me a gun and with shaking hands I collected it, checking and finding out there were bullets in the stuff. I cocked it and placed it behind my back pocket, taking in deep breaths. . . . Bella's POV We were together in the house with Tricia and we heard the call she made. Uncomfortable with the conversation, I spoke up. " What exactly are you planning to do, Tricia?" I asked, and Celine glanced at me. " None of your business." She replied. " It has nothing to do with anybody dying, does it?" I prodded further. She turned to me, frowning.

Corleone is approaching us with a rather fast pace, his face is red with anger. “This is why! Katniss is always in danger, AND YOU’RE THE MAIN REASON!” he said coldly. “You are always involved in these silly things.” I slowly got up and looked at the man with a loathing that was close to hatred. “Can’t you see? Your foolish actions are being watched by all the office staff!” My voice trembled, but I held it back. “Katniss hasn’t fully made her choice. That’s what you should understand.”

~. VELIA.~ "I bring this meeting to a close." I said leaving the council hall with my maids trailing behind. "Your Highness, today is the Grand Finale of the Hunger Games, would you like to watch it?" one of my maids asked and I nodded, handing her the documents I was holding. "Yes, so please prepare a seat for me at the projection site." She nodded, walking away with the other maids. Today had just begun and I was already exhausted, as I walked through the hallway I spotted a blonde-haired male with green streaks talking to the council members.

“Oh, that’s make sense. Or actually he just hates them?” “Damn! That’s pretty cool!” “Then how did he defeat Fluxter alone?” “That’s why he known as Solo Hunter!” Cornelio is one of trending topic in Dorm 80. People keep talk about him even spreading rumor about him, but he just ignoring it just like the other. When lunch break, he just needs a bottle of water and ration crackers. That is enough for him, he has trained to survive in any condition with low supply. Cornelio going to top of the roof and watching the city in Dorm while enjoy his lunch.

Fresh blood gushed out from the wound and dripped onto his feet. Cornelius started convulsing. He covered the wound on his abdomen and crumpled to the floor in pain. His vision gradually became unfocused and blurry. He had not raised a son. Instead, he had raised a pest, and this pest had finally evolved into a heartless monster that didn't hesitate to take a life just to fight for power. "Dad, you said that Harper Group wouldn't have been mine even if Bill wasn't around?"