Cornelius Snow Hunger Games Novels & Stories

If I could somehow submit to him and get his phone from him, I might be able to reach out. I heard the roller shutter door in the background again and the smell of the food continued to fill the room. I collected the bag and opened it. Inside was a bottle of water and a bacon sandwich. No part of me wanted to eat in case there was something in it, but I was so hungry the smell was making my mouth water. I took a small bite and then another bigger one again and again until it was gone in seconds. I was so thirsty already and the salt in the bacon made me even more so. I twisted the cap on the bottle, but it had already been opened which made me even more suspicious. I took a small sip but bef

I said nothing, merely looking at Snowie icily. No matter whether it was my previous life or current life, I refused to believe in this 'mind-reading' shenanigan. There had to be some secret. Snowie was a little annoyed that I was not taking the bait. "Alright, then. Why don't you head to the canteen to get some food? No matter what you get, I'd know. That way, I can prove that I was right. "Want to bet? Otherwise, it means that what I said was the truth."

“Who cares about your filthy money?! If it weren’t for you, Adam wouldn’t have left me, and William wouldn’t have divorced me! I would still sit on my throne as a famous artist that everyone admires! And now, all of that is ruined, and it’s all because of you! “Do you think that you can send me away with just money?! Dream on! I’m going to make you pay with your life for all that you owe me!” A crazed smirk crept up on Snow’s face as she grabbed a can of gasoline and poured it all over the floor. Then, she lifted the lighter in her hand. “Well then, try and guess how you’ll die later.” Ginnie shouted in panic, “You’re crazy! You’ll face the death penalty if you kill me! Calm down!” But Snow

LILY PRESENT The moment the SUV went dark, the world outside blurred into white. Snow. Wind. Silence. Jake cursed under his breath, slamming the ignition again, but the dashboard stayed dead— like the storm had swallowed the engine whole. My heartbeat didn’t pound.It exploded. Because this was that storm. FLASHBACK -12 YEAR OLD LILY “Dad, slow down—please!”

However, as I carefully tracked the beast's traces, a sudden whistling wind came from behind me. Instinctively, I dodged in the opposite direction of the sound, catching a glimpse of a claw larger than my head swiping past my shoulder. If I had been a half-second slower, my head might be rolling on the ground by now. "Howl—" Angry howls erupted from Snow, who had missed his prey. It shook its head, its two blood-red eyes fixed on me, revealing its sharp fangs with an open mouth. It was obvious that Snow had been hungry for a long time.

She even used me as a tool, and today I'll have my revenge! "No!!" Norah struggled, and when she saw Samuel and Spencer among the crowd of people, she rushed behind the two. "Samuel, Spencer, help me! Cousin Snow wants to beat me to death!" Snow was taken aback for a moment when she saw Samuel and Spencer, yet the flames of fury in her heart burned bright. "Who's your cousin? You're nothing but a mutt that the Riddle family had picked up by mistake! Now that you're out of the family, what right do you have to call my cousin?!"

"No!" Because he won't be aware of the magnitude of his inner suffering, Quen will not be able to understand what is happening to him because of Snow's disappearance. Though he is making an effort to come off as strong in every situation, he is gradually coming to terms with the fact that he is slowly losing all his will to live if he is unable to determine where Snow is. It seems as though he has lost an aspect of himself, and he is slowly fading to his death.

He knew his death was coming and he has never been happier than ever, he watched the creature with seethed bile and Cornelius murmured, “I have been dreaming my own death. And all my life has come down to this one moment. My lover was taken from me and now I'll be welcomed by his embrace." To Cornelius, the blizzard was more flakes than it would ever make sense to count, yet each makes its daring path to the white dunes they build taller. His life was alike to them, just like the one flake in the sky would be madness, yet this horizon filled with them was the greatest of sanity. His life became nothing when he lost everyone he loves and right now, he wanted to be welcome by them. The dark sh

The days with Stephen might have been over before she knew it. “Snow, what’s wrong? Please talk to me. I’m Stephen Quinn, and my family has the power to allow me to do whatever I want. I can help you. Just talk to me.” Snow’s eyes flickered, a trace of life returning to her face. She asked, “Can you bring people back from the dead?” Stephen was silenced by the question. It was impossible. Snow feebly said, “My parents died when I was little, and I just found out they died in a famine.”

The scent of blood and death was enough. Ignoring them, I snapped my focus back to Snow, returning to my knees before her. Agony sliced through me as I touched her bloodied neck with trembling fingers, hoping against hope to feel a pulse. Nothing. Her chest didn’t rise. Her heart didn’t beat. A raw, guttural sound echoed in the air and I realized it was coming out from my lungs as I pulled Snow’s lifeless body against mine. She was gone.