Hilarius Hunger Games Novels & Stories

But Lucian raised a hand, eyes narrowed, sensing something. Then Lila—thinking the silence was fear—burst into triumphant laughter. She threw her hands up in the air, declaring, “It’s over! He’s dead! The North belongs to me!” She turned dramatically to her army. “Let this day be remembered as the day I crushed the legend himself!" As Damian’s body lay motionless on the ground, the dust slowly settled around him. Lila stood tall, triumphant, her arms spread wide like a conquering queen. Her chest rose and fell with pride, and a slow smirk crept onto her face.

“Then why are you speaking to me then? You trust him so you shouldn’t worry your little dumb brain on it” “You think you are pretty, don’t you?” “I don’t think that I am pretty. I just am. Unfortunately, not many people can have that privilege so they think they are,” I said but added, “Like you” Frustrated, she said, “You don’t have what it takes to steal Adrain’s attention. I have it fully” I have been bored for too long so why don’t we try something with little miss attention. “Get his attention then” I moved my head to the side

"See yah, babe. I'm sure it's not just Mariana who's here. I'm starving. I need to go get something to eat!" "F*ck sh!t, Dakota Weasly!" he growled. "Get back here. If Luke sees you with only your underwear, I'm gonna f*cking pluck his eyes!" Yeah! Yeah! Sure! Too late. You messed with me, you would never win!

Lucian smiled as he pulled the backpacks and ice cream out of the car while Asher grabbed the bags of movies and stuff animals. “Come on in,” Lucian smiled, “Home sweet home.” “Hey guys, finished just in time,” Raze said as he came out of the kitchen. “Who’s the little girl that loves chicken nuggies and French fries?” “Oh me!” Lilly beamed as she turned away from Jasmine’s chest to look at the six-foot four man with long black hair, olive skin, and bright blue shining eyes. “Dat me!” Jasmine looked up from looking at her daughter and pushed her daughter’s long black hair out of her face, her bracelet sliding down her wrist slightly. Raze gasped, “Trouble?”

“Alright, here are mine: One, I’ve been skydiving. Two, I can cook gourmet meals. Three, I hate heights.” “I bet the lie is skydiving,” Kieran said. “No, I think it’s the gourmet meals,” Thalia argued. Lily smirked. “The lie is that I hate heights. I actually love them.” “You weirdo!” Marcus laughed. The pack laughed and applauded. “Kieran, your turn,” Lily said, passing the game to him. Kieran stood up, scratching his head. “Okay, let’s see: One, I’ve never been in a serious relationship. Two, I’m a great painter. Three, I’m afraid of the dark.”

He stated, "Remove them." How the fuck did he even know all that? I was confused as well as intrigued. Something was telling me that this man wouldn't be easy to take down. Reluctantly, my hands reached out to my back pocket and took out the gun I was hiding there. I dropped them on the floor and looked up at him again. He still had a smirk on his face, "The ones in your underwear. Remove them." "I don't have any—" I cut myself off, realizing that he was only messing with me. "Fuck you"

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

Young Dusak has not got the balls to handle the situation. Privately, he felt that this half-sister’s stupid lout of a husband was the reason why Dusak sometimes behaved in such a rash manner; after all, the boy had inherited the lout’s genes too, had he not? Sighing, he nodded to Kasparov and the huge man stepped forward reverentially. ‘Let us now….’ he began. * In her hideout, Hila was aware that she was dirty, she could swear that there were lice crawling in her short black hair which she hid under a shabby bandana.

“You must be hungry” “Uh, not really” I answer trying to end the discussion before it starts “So, it's not your stomach that just let out that hungry growl loud enough to wake up the household?” He asks me, with a snort. I guess my attempt at deterring failed, “Can’t you not try to embarrass me for once?’ I question him, annoyed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Cookie, besides, it's just us here” “I wouldn’t have been embarrassed in the first place, if you hadn’t so ungentlemanly pointed it out” I counter

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