Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Hunger Games

Fiona taunted, her voice dripping with disdain as she stared at Lilian, gun in hand. "You've destroyed so many of our weapons and killed so many of our comrades, yet here you are, still breathing?" Fiona sneered. Lilian didn't respond, not even through their mind link—she was too weak to care or to answer Fiona. "As one of Damian's gamma, I wonder how they'll react when they find you and the others dead? Hahaha, I can't wait to see the reaction of my stepsister and her Alpha. Oh, I know. I'll leave a note for them, and I'll use you to make them even angrier," Fiona said, dipping her finger in the blood streaming from Lilian's wounds. She smeared it on the cement, writing her name with Lilian

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

"You're ours now, Inka..." The second Hunter said it, this strange hunger hit me hard. I suddenly craved their touch even more. Heat flared under my skin like fire spreading from the inside, burning me up. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling Hunter's fingers sliding in and out of me at that steady, maddening pace. “Eyes on me, Inka,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “I wanna see every little hitch in your breath.”

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

Lila Voss lay tangled in her sheets, the soft glow of her laptop the only light in her small apartment bedroom. It was past midnight, but sleeping felt impossible. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she finished the latest chapter of her smutty Kai Lennox fanfiction. __________________________________ ’YN’s butt hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, a gasp escaping her lips as Kai lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the edge. His dark eyes burned into hers, full of hunger as he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.

How did they manage to eat on the same table with me and lie to my face? “Shut up, will you?” Hannah’s hazel eyes flickered towards me. She must’ve expected less from me. This explains why she suddenly acted aloof from me. I treated her like my sister, a family with the same blood running in our veins, but it seems that it was a one sided love. Everything they’ve shown me was lies. “You’re all fucking liars.” ~~~ AN Hey Babes, Another chapter will be up after this.. Much love, ljxx

It's just she was so angry that she ended up eating it herself and now Gael was going to chew her alive. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* Also add my new book Raising the vampire king. It's a cute and sweet romance.

"I - I'm not hungry." Humst. He suddenly upset from his seat and stopped behind the Carlisia chair so that his face was curved near his neck and one of his hands stuck their wrist tightly. His handheld himself was killed with a tree and pushed a piece of potatoes, and took it to her mouth. "Come on, I'm gonna be. If you will not eat your own food, I do not have a problem in feeding you." Karson said, she was fighting in his grip. "Please ..." Carrisia began, but Karson began her cutting. "I know my dear. I can do this all day but I'm bored easily. There are many other ways that I can open your mouth." His in her ear and felt his acute faters plays her neck where the planting was killed and

My hunger had reached its limit, and the scent of nourishment overwhelmed my willpower. With trembling hands, I picked up the fork and took a small bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, satisfying my hunger and awakening a long-forgotten pleasure. The men observed my capitulation with a mix of relief and satisfaction, as if fulfilling their duty to ensure my survival. As the days turned into weeks, this ritual of nourishment and submission became a routine. Each meal brought with it a delicate dance of resistance and acquiescence. I tried to maintain my independence, my spirit unyielding, but the persistent pangs of hunger weakened my resistance.