Delly Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Dahil patuloy pa rin naman na umeere ang TV Patrol ay wala kaming ginawa kundi ang maghintay na magpatalastas na. "Del Monte." sigaw niya ng lumabas si Drew Arellano habang hawak hawak ang pineapple juice ng del monte. "Ha? Eh company name naman ang binanggit mo eh. Madami kayang del monte, pwedeng spaghetti sauce at pwedeng yaan na pineapple juice." sambit ko na kinatawa n'ya.

Annoying Thing was saying. Naima rolled her eyes and made a retching sound, clawing at her throat. But the girl was only disappointed to find out that didn't keep off Annoying Thing, it only impressed the morbid creep. She crossed her fingers and hoped Wanda and the rest would show up and save her. But they didn't. And the poor girl tried to drown out the sound of a mooning Annoying Thing telling her about his obese aunt who did yoga to rid herself of asthma

Dela snorts in disbelief, and my smile widens. My sweet, precious Dela is a shortie, and I find her adorable, but I don't tell her that since I want to live. Dela hates her height. It makes people ask her for her ID all the time. And because of that, Dela envies Addison, who is rather tall for being a girl.

Deli bit her lip, then hurried after him, not wanting to be left behind. They moved from store to store, picking up different supplies. Death bought in bulk, preparing for what seemed like a long hideout, and making sure Deli had everything she might need now that she was carrying. But Deli soon grew tired. Her feet ached and, worse, she was pressed, but she didn’t want to ask him for anything. It felt awkward telling him she needed the restroom…. she didn’t want him to shut her out again, or snap at her. It’s not like I’ll get into trouble, she thought. I’ll just go, finish fast, and come right back.

The greedy, gulping sounds of feeding. I followed the sound and saw a scene that would be burned into my memory forever. Damon had Delia pinned against an ancient stone sarcophagus. Her dress was torn to shreds, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. They were engaged in the most primal, savage form of feeding. Damon’s fangs were buried in Delia’s neck as he drank greedily from her. Delia, in turn, bit down on his shoulder, letting out a breathy moan.

Della smashed his nose for the last time and pushed him down to the rooftop. "Ahh!" He fell off dead in the ground while the eyes are opened. Della's forehead knotted seeing Cufer in the nearby rooftop fighting against Niklaus's huge man. He is the one who shot her opponent a minute ago. He needs my help, she said in her mind walking backwardly. Without any hesitant, she run rapidly like a cheetah in the rooftop where Cufer is. When Della was still studying in Greece, she always joining marathon contest because of the positive thought she'll going to win it. She won five executive trophies by winning the marathon that made her known in school.

No more until tonight. The day dragged on endlessly. Delilah went through the motions at work, her mind elsewhere, her body hyper-aware of every brush of fabric against her skin. By the time evening rolled around, she was a bundle of nerves. She dressed carefully, choosing a simple black dress that hugged her curves, no underwear beneath it as a silent act of submission. The drive to the penthouse felt eternal, her anticipation building with every block. When she arrived, the door opened before she could knock, and there they were: Zeke, towering and impassive; Damien, with that warm, knowing smile; and Eli, marked and bruised from the night before, his eyes gleaming with shared secrets.

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.

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?"

"Besides, this way is more useful. He seduces you. He falls for you and then when the truth comes out, he's too devastated to function. Too destroyed to be credible. Problem solved." “Okay, whatever it is you want it'll be done.” “Good.” And he hung up. Diego Vaughn was going to get hurt badly and I was going to be the one who did it because that was the plan. My phone was still in my hand. I opened a new message and started typing before I could stop myself but instead of texting Diego, I did something else. Arranged deliveries. First: The art book. Limited edition. Diego had mentioned it once in an interview I'd read. He said it was his dream to own it.