Hilarius Heavensbee Hunger Games นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she shouted after me. I pretended not to hear just so she would shut the hell up. I stretched out on the lounger by the poolside, sipping a giant cup of pineapple juice while I read the first book of The Hunger Games. The house was empty and quiet since Alessia and Natalia had left to go shopping earlier.

“But, at least if you’re going to be sick, this is the place. The toilets are all clean and you don’t have to clean up after.” Aliyah chuckled. “Yeah. And they have cable here. And HBO. I’m watching Game of Thrones all day today.” “Don’t spoil anything for me,” Holly replied. She crossed the room and put her pajamas in her suitcase. “They all die,” Aliyah told her. “Even the dragons.” “LA LA LA, I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” Holly shouted, putting her hands over her ears. She then stuck her tongue out at Aliyah. Aliyah lay back on her pillows. “You should get going. It’s almost time for the lifts to start. Got to get that fresh powder.”

“I can tell River that he is also fun to be with, I mean like Blood? You know I notice that Hell, Blood and River have the same cheerful attitude and Chaos and Death have a very cold attitude. “That so true.” Heavens said. “How about you, did you get any crush on any of them? --- I mean to any DB member?” She said and wink at me. “What?” I ask confusedly, smiling at her. “Oh, Blood.” She said and wink at me again that made me confused even more and frown at her. “H-huh?” I ask. “Just nod.” She said and I confusedly obeyed her. “Why?” I ask.

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"The child will be the key. We will drain the Ridge until the trees turn to salt. And Kaelor will watch from the spikes." Lucian didn't flinch. He didn't protest. He just looked at the dagger and licked the blood off the blade. "I want his heart," Lucian said. "I want to eat it while it’s still beating." The vision shifted. I saw the Hive. But it wasn't a city. It was a stomach. The tunnels were lined with pulsing, meat-like walls. The Hybrids weren't people; they were parasites, feeding on a giant, subterranean heart. Kaelor’s heart.

Yet, despite the cracks, Hail was still able to look at him, not even flinching at the crack on his cheeks. It was when what seemed to be a piece had fallen from his cheek that Briane noticed something odd. He scrambled on his feet and poked his finger on the hole. It was quite deep. Hail didn’t even move when he tried to strip his cheeks off. He just sat there, staring at him. With all his might, he pulled and what he’d seen next made him stumble away. From inside Hail came thousands of bugs. Groaning, Briane sprinted, putting as much distance from the bugs and him. When he was sure, the bug already lost sight of him, he traced his way back to Hail and found him—no, it couldn’t be him. It w

LIORA'S POV The reveling sounds of jubilation and delight fill the grand hall as everyone spoils themselves with wine, roasted beef and spiced meats. Many barrels of wine have been provided to cerebrate the victory of winning the test. The only people who failed the test are Elon and poor Lucas. Lucas stayed behind, waiting for Hilda, who never came back. Now, they are not speaking to each other, Lucas is angry because she left him behind, and Hilda is mad that he is angry about a petty issue. It doesn't take long for him to start pleading with her, to tell him what he’d done wrong. I try to focus on something else so I wouldn’t listen to her silly excuses for her bad behavior.

I was the fuse on a bomb that was already ticking. ​Killian stood at the very edge of the helipad, his massive, dark Alpha form silhouetted against the violet sky like a herald of doom. His fur was standing on end, crackling with the static electricity generated by the Hive’s proximity. He wasn’t looking at the ship; his predatory gaze was fixed on the streets thousands of feet below, where the first “Infection Pods” were beginning to fall like black, oily raindrops from the heavens.

A warm smile covered his features as he took a step forward. Staring at him, Lucien gives me a weird feeling in my chest telling me I should back down and let them have their little talk. I almost snorted at that thought. Me? Hunter Sylvester Ysrael, the god of high school, wants to back down to some green-eyed hunk who happens to be an inch taller than me? ‘Listen to me,’ He warns. I groan. He’s using that tone again. I ignore him, putting up my mental block before he could say any more.

Ashleigh prayed that her face stayed as impassive as Miss Celie's face in The Color Purple after Mister smacked her for daydreaming about her sister in Africa. She felt like Celie…like if she had a straight razor in her hand right now DeAngelo would be one second from lying on the floor dead. Not that DeAngelo had ever put his hands on her in that way. But what he'd just done was oh so much worse. Her heart couldn't even beat normally; it felt like a huge invisible fist had reached into her chest and had a grip on her. Maybe she would just die and that would solve everything.