Delly Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"I failed again" Scarlett pouted as she looked at the block game. "You didn't fail you allowed me to win" Dillan destroyed the blocks to start again. "Mom, don't let me win again" He raised his eyes and pouted. "Of course, your wish is my command my sweetheart " She kissed his cheek abd returned to his seat. "Mommy!"Delanie's voice came from a distance as Scarlett raised her eyes and saw Delanie coming over with a tray full of snacks bigger than her.

Delly was always carrying her arrogance, and wherever she went, she drew eyes. Samira sometimes wondered if Delly practiced her entrance in the mirror. Her glossy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her emerald green dress clung to her figure like a second skin. Delly had been adopted from the orphanage at sixteen, leaving Samira behind. She had then been thrust into a life of luxury and socialite events, while Samira remained behind, working to support the orphanage that had been their home. Samira didn’t envy her, exactly , she just wished expensive shoes didn’t look so soft and comfortable as people think.

she promised softly, her eyes shining with a fierce, absolute devotion. The submission in her voice vanished, replaced by a raw, unadulterated hunger that matched my own. I couldn't take the distance anymore. I leaned down and slammed my lips against hers, breaking the six months of starvation with a fierce, violent kiss that tasted of rain, salt, and absolute possession.

A code 561 was always the one I hated the most, a missing child. When we arrived at the meeting place there was already a large crowd ready to help search. I could see the mother of the child crying and huddled close to her husband as I walked over. The manager of the resort saw us walking over and flagged for us to come to him. "Matto, the child is a young girl named Kerry. She is six years old with long blond hair and she is wearing a pink snowsuit. She was last seen in this area playing near the trees there." He pointed to the tree line in front of us.

POV Anastasia I barely had the door open when Delilah ’s voice cracked through the apartment like a siren. “Oh my god, you got fucked!” I froze, one hand still on the knob, the other clutching my bag like it could shield me from her judgment. My whole face went up in flames. “Delilah !” I hissed, slamming the door shut behind me. “What the hell?!” She stood in the kitchen in mismatched socks and a hoodie that said Chaos Energy, holding a half-eaten bowl of cereal like it was a mic she’d just dropped. Her eyes were practically glowing.

Once more, it wasn't enough; 400 had to take the place of 117 before the hunger subsided gradually. Delaney released 400 and let out a gratifying burp. The four men were staring at her at the time, trying to figure out what she was while her mouth was streaming with blood. When Delaney met their gazes, she became self-conscious. “What?” She then realised she just fed from 400, “Ah, I'm sorry for taking your blood without permission. I'm not always like that, okay?” Still, they stared. “Haha, you guys are free now, you can now go on your way. I'll be fine on my own.”

[Male lead name: Daniel] [Female lead name: Kayla] -*-*-*-*- Outside the decent apartment in the basement, the chilling snowflakes were falling like any other usual day. The whole road was covered with white snow till six inches, which could freeze anything except the emotions of a couple madly in love. Daniel was playing team fight tactics with his friends online, his cursing was heard all the way around the apartment because the duo stayed all alone in their love nest.

If not dying, maybe suffering enough to wish for death. The plants around the Darkmoon pack are poisonous. I’m still in the middle of my decision making when I hear footsteps and a familiar scent fills the place. Delilah enters, holding an empty glass in her hand. She has taken her makeup and clothes off, now dressed in only sweats and a tank top. Even that looks nice on her. She is the type of person that will make a sack look nice, She notices me, standing clueless in the middle of the large spotless kitchen. Her eyes go from me to the things laid out on the counter and she raises a brow.

Third Pov It's been two weeks since Delaney joined the camp, and she wasn't stopping as she spent hours sparing, never relent. It's been a hardest pill to swallow of her losing everything she had ever known, So she takes it out on the training. The next morning was when she was called go the rouges leader tent. As she stands and walks out of the tent as she heads to shadow tent.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.