Fanfiction Hunger Games Novels & Stories

she sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice. I trembled, fear gripping my heart. “You're pregnant,” she spat, her voice rising. “You shouldn't be carrying my mate's pup. I'm the only one with that, right?" She paced back and forth, her voice dripping with hate. “I wonder how you managed to get pregnant despite the pills I gave you; thankfully I saw the report before someone else did.” “I would always run around you while you took glory in everything! You knew how much I longed to be known, but you always left me behind you while you shined.”

“I am not hungry, Draven. Just let me be.” And before I could protest further, he suddenly grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. My breathing hitched as I was forced to look straight into his eyes. “Don’t test my patience, Emma.” He growled and pressed the spoon to my lips. I hesitated, but his unwavering gaze left no room for defiance. With a reluctant sigh, I took a bite. The warmth spread through me instantly, reminding my body of how starved it truly was. Satisfied, Draven continued feeding me, his movements precise and determined. I chewed reluctantly at first, but soon, hunger won over pride. By the time the tray was empty, my exhaustion felt heavier, but my body no longer trem

The way she’d made a monster out of the system and then argued with it. Jax snorted out a sound that was half laugh, half… something else. “You okay?” his sister asked without looking up. “Yeah,” he said, eyes tracking the lines. “Just… found some weird fanfic.” He read all the way to the end of the first chapter without meaning to. When he reached the comment box, his thumb hovered. Whoever this **InkAndAshes** was, they got it. How terror wasn’t just jump scares. How it was humiliation. Powerlessness. The feeling that the story had been written without your input and you were just being dragged along for the ride.

This wasn't the first time I was witnessing such cruel betrayals from my own blood. But I was taking it all because of one person, the one person I couldn't disappoint ever, and that was Dante Thorne. Fantine pressed her lips firmer against his and held her hand out to the Alpha heir, leading him into a deeper embrace which made me sick. He in turn took her jaw, leading her into a trance which was now clamouring with my silent footsteps. The young man stared down at her for a few seconds, he said no words, but only the intensity in his gaze made my smaller sister shrink and swallow hard.

The team were sent into a deep sleep with a representation of the original world by Zeus The team were sent into a deep sleep with a representation of the original world by Pandora The team were sent into a deep sleep with a representation of the original world by Epialos The team were sent into a deep sleep with a representation of the original world by Pete The team were sent into a deep sleep with a representation of the original world by Maria The meal before them in the first chapter of Greek wars was actually - The dead body of one Maria Brain and squashed animal feed Fly and chicken torso Khloe's body Blood and rotten meat The wine from the meal they had in the first chapter represent

How Athena hated El even she is having El’s heir. See yah in book 2! Once again, thank you so much and I hope to see you in the different book sooner. You may follow my F******k page for updates. * Taming the Dangerous CEO * International_Pen * InternationalPen Love yah all!

Apparently shifting takes a lot out of a girl. *Mine, mine mine mine here little fat boy,* Hannah sang in my head as her paws pushed the earth below. She jumped into a small bush and chomped the animal’s flesh, the blood gushed into her mouth and his bones cracked. I wanted to throw up but Hannah was already chomping away. She was so into her meal she didn’t notice Draven was gone. She eventually picked up what was left of her kill and wandered back out to where she’d last seen him.

Her face was flushed, clearly in the throes of her heat. Lucas gently stroked her forehead, his eyes full of concern. The caption read: "My Alpha dropped everything to take care of me, leaving his runaway Omega behind while I'm sick. This is what true love is—choosing the one who really needs you." Below it, in smaller text: "Certain half-bloods should stop dreaming." I watched the video, my heart completely still. I almost wanted to laugh. Because this scene was all too familiar. My first heat, three years ago.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.