Deep In The Meadow The Hunger Games 소설 & 이야기

The atmosphere inside the Silver Moon palace had shifted from the heavy, ozone-scented air of a storm to the suffocatingly quiet hum of a high-security server room. Outside, five hundred Hollows sat in rows on the marble floor, their breathing perfectly synchronized with Maya’s. It was a beautiful, terrifying sight: a field of living puppets tethered to the heartbeat of a five-year-old girl. But in the dim light of the Great Hall, I saw the price.

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

Melissa left the hospital to meet her mate I stayed by my mate's side. The maid came in to give me food. I ate and slept off beside my mate. I felt a hand on my cheek and I opened my eyes I saw a bright eyed mate looking at me with a smile. I stood up to look at her “ You are awake" Jessica POV I woke up in a sterile hospital room, the steady beeping of a monitor beside my bed. My body aches, my mind is foggy, and my last memory is fractured

She’s wearing combat gear and slides glasses on over her brilliant green eyes. ‘Ready boss?’ She looks up at Kylar and he nods at her before we fall in behind him, hiking over the meadow. I can’t count the times I’ve run over this meadow. Or did as a kid. It’s a large sloping hill filled with wild flowers and buzzing insects. It smells exactly like I remember and I look up, picking out the familiar shape of blue mountains that circle our village. I can hear the Silver Stream at the bottom of the hill and I think my legs might give way.

I unbuttoned all of it making my whole body visible. "Babe, could you pass me that strawberry?" I asked and Leon took out a box of strawberry for me. He turned and his eyes widen. "Are you trying to test me?" His eyes darkens and I smirked. "Test you what?" I said as I pretended to accidentally show my shoulder revealing half of my body. Leon walked to me and he pulled my body closer to him. He started to tease me down there with his finger making me moan.

She clutches her chest, trying to contain the pain that threatens to consume her. Meagia begins yelling. “Is there no one left who cares about me? No one who sees me as more than a pawn in their twisted games?” Her words hang in the air, unanswered, as the weight of her isolation and betrayal presses down upon her. In the darkness of the dungeon, Meagia is left to confront the harsh truth that she is truly alone in her struggle for survival.

A coordinated ambush. Megan ran right into the trap, and when it was sprung, she was ready. * The run back home took much, much longer than it should have. It was almost dawn when she stumbled into camp, weary and exhausted, dried blood matting her coat. Someone, an omega, she thought, saw her from a distance and must have sent out the message, since a few doors began opening as she made her way to the central area of their village, an amphitheater made of compressed dirt and rock.

The forest blanketed in thick shadow had fallen eerily silent over the last thirty minutes as if it waited with bated breath to crown the victor of our first game. We had run laps around the area to throw off the two participants in tonight's game. If they were tracking my prints, they were going nowhere slowly. And, if they were tracking my scent, it would take them a while to realize I had planted my scent in almost every direction I could in thirty minutes with the help of Denver.