Delly Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

He straightened his tie, then entered the office building in long strides. I stood at the dorm balcony and watched his silhouette disappear through the glass doors. I spotted Francine in the cafeteria during lunchtime. She sat alone in the corner and barely plucked at the food before her. I approached her with my tray and claimed the seat across from her, asking, "Why aren't you eating?" She lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes startlingly red, and confessed quietly, "I don't feel like eating." I noticed the red mark branding her wrist, as if she'd been bound or cuffed. I pressed, "Who did that?"

Kimmelly gasped, stumbling back. But Delilah was done listening. She lunged again—this time, there was no mercy. Her fangs tore into Kimmelly’s shoulder, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Kimmelly fought, but Delilah was stronger. Faster. More ruthless. The dagger appeared in Delilah’s hand like magic. One quick motion. The blade plunged into Kimmelly’s heart. A choked sob escaped her lips. Her body jerked, then went still. Delilah yanked the dagger free, her face impassive as blood stained the snow.

Knowing Delilah, they ate something healthy for dinner to curb the temptation of treats at the game. I kept Andrew in my mind every time I stole a glance towards Delilah, seeing her watching the game with a wide smile on her face. It’s in her blood like it is for my family and that turns me on, making me think about how cold it is in the arena for a long moment.

Although Delia had been trying to crack the seal code set by her father, his level was too high for her, after all. Otherwise, Delia would never have been attacked by the Venom Guild and ended up in such a miserable state. Delia explored the things in the small space of less than one square meter. She had exhausted the dry rations and various treasures she carried with her. Only the sword was left in the lonely space. Delia sighed at her poverty and walked down the mountain. No matter what, there must be food at the foot of the mountain. Even if she could not catch pheasants and rabbits, she could find a young man and ask for some food by relying on her beauty.

Delilah looked at them sadly. 'He may make her his queen since she loves him and she is a high ranked she-wolf, a gamma who will be ready to go to any war with him.' Delilah thought she did not need to think about Everett anymore because he was no one to her. Simon told Delilah to go to the other side. Delilah stood up and walked with Simon. "Hey! Simon." A girl stopped Simon. Simon raised his brows. "Hey, Helena. How are you?"

Chapter 131 Author's pov. The storm rumbling in the pit of Delilah's stomach wasn't rage anymore. It was monstrosity – raw, undiluted, full-blown. It was fire. The kind that could dissolve the whole of Everest. It was poisonous. The kind that diluted the blood coursing through her veins with venom ready to attack her from the inside. It was hunger. The kind that only understood blood. Massacre. Agony. And the sound of flesh ripping apart.

Once I’ve completed this year, I can get far away from him and this silly mate rubbish. After I showered and caught up with Kels and Jax, I decided to take a walk around the packhouse. As I was walking down the stony path, I heard a voice that made me stop in my tracks. "So you're the one who is mated to Hughy." I turned around to see a red-haired girl glaring at me from across the path. "What's it to you?" I frowned, irritated that she had to poke her nose in when she didn't know me. "Well, that should be my place." She turned her nose up at me in disgust, and I wanted to rip her scrawny body apart. She didn't look like she could match up to my abilities, so it would be quite easy to squish

I demanded angrily. "I just had to do it. Besides, what's it to you? I'm only doing this so I can get to know more rich men. All of this is so my Prince Charming could find me soon," she replied, her words nearly causing my mind to explode due to sheer absurdity. I was trembling with fury. Honestly, I couldn't understand how a person like her had actually passed the SAT.

It was an old neighborhood group chat that I’d forgotten to exit. Delilah's message popped up: [I'm freezing to death here! What the hell is this weather?! Are the property managers all dead?! The villa’s like an icebox! Whoever brings me a down jacket, I’ll pay you $10,000!] I looked at the message, then took off my outerwear, leaving only a short-sleeved shirt. Standing in front of the pile of newly unpacked down jackets, I snapped a photo of myself eating meat, with the stack of winter gear clearly visible behind me.