Novel & Cerita Delly Hunger Games

both Maddox and Hunter climbed on their bikes and took off for Wyoming and their next adventure. Delaney looked at the three girls.. but spoke directly to Delilah and Valerie.. “Tomorrow, my lovely ladies.. we start your training! You game?” Delilah fist pumped the air and yelled “Hell yeah! I have only ever trained at the Y. I couldn’t afford anything else with paying all the bills at home.”

After all, once someone was dead, they would view everything with complete indifference. Delilah kneeled in front of our parents' graves for a whole week. It wasn't until the eighth day that she finally opened her parched lips, looking completely dead in the eyes as she barely mustered enough strength to speak. "Mom, Dad, I'm going to accompany you all in the afterlife to make things right. I'll also apologize to Bennett." Having said that, she walked toward the edge of the cliff as if she were only an empty shell of a person. She gazed at the distant horizon for a long while, and then, without a trace of hesitation or longing for this world, she stepped forward and fell.

Deli yelled charging at me. I charged forward as well, leaning back as I slid past her. She turned around, eyes raised in surprise at my sudden speed boost. Her brief moment of distraction gave Peggy a chance to deliver a clean kick to her side. She fell forward, right into a punch I had ready to send her flying back outside. We ran after her, determined not to give her any breathing space. "Pesky little insects, I will destroy you." Deli threatened, striking the ground in a crescent shape that sent chunks of earth flying at us.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

My tongue feels thick, words slurring. He grips my chin hard, fingers digging into my jaw, forces my face up. “Who sent you to my room?” “No one. Please… Marcus cheated…with my friend. On my graduation day of all days.” A dark, mocking laugh rumbles from his chest. “Poor little Muslim girl got her heart broken and decided to stumble into Valentino Delucca’s suite for comfort?” The name hits like ice water. Valentino Delucca. The most dangerous man on the East Coast, head of the Black Serpent's and my sister's fiancee.

Cassian and Dorian remained tense, absorbing every word. Lena took a shaky breath. “Then tell me everything.” The woman nodded. And as the truth began to unfold, Lena realized— This war wasn’t just about Selene’s hunger for power. It was about her. And the storm was only just beginning. The Weight of Destiny Lena’s breath came shallow as she stared at the woman before her. Trueborn. The word echoed in her mind, foreign yet familiar, as if it had always been buried deep within her, waiting to be unearthed.

She didn’t care much about her appearance, but whenever she saw her beautiful classmates with their curvaceous figures, she couldn’t help but feel a little inferior. For the first time, Emma willingly undressed before him. She lowered her gaze, gripping the waistband of her pants, unsure whether she should remove them too. Seeing Damien remain silent for a long while, she lifted her eyes and found him gazing down at her. His eyes were sharp and cold, yet beneath them burned an unmistakable hunger for possession.

Chapter 12 Sweet Cherry Pie Zella POV I grip the edge of Cayden’s desk as his tongue begins working its magic on my clit, slowly and softly swirling around while he gently slides a finger deep inside me. My head goes back and I suck in air as his finger begins thrusting inside me, equal parts deep and gentle. “Mmmmmm”, Cayden hums, making my clit vibrate, sending gentle shock waves through my body. “Does my sweet little Beta like that?” He asks before returning his tongue to its favorite place.

I stumbled back, dazed and disoriented, but Delilah just kept coming. She stabbed me with a letter opener, the blade slicing through my skin. I gasped in pain, but Delilah just laughed, her eyes glinting with triumph. "You can't kill me, Delilah," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. I glared up at her, my eyes blazing with determination. "I will never give up." Delilah just sneered, her lips curling up in a cruel smile. Her nails raked across my chest, leaving deep gashes that stung like fire. I gritted my teeth, refusing to cry out in pain.

"Miss Hasani, I see you’re not in a condition to keep talking nonsense. Judging by your actions, I’m afraid I might lose my temper and strike you." Hazel was skilled in martial arts, and Delilah knew this. Seeing Hazel step forward, Delilah was almost scared enough to sit down in a heap, but thankfully, Damon caught her. Once she made physical contact with Damon, Delilah felt she had regained some dignity in front of Hazel, and she clung to him tightly. "Damon, I think something might be wrong with my stomach too. Could you support me? I’m afraid I’ll fall and hurt the child in my belly."