Hunger Games 67 Novels & Stories

I plopped down next to him and remembered he had said there is another thing that we also need to talk about. I called his name several times before Drake snapped out of his own head and acknowledged me. When he looked up I reminded him there was something else we needed to talk about. He said we needed to talk about our wolves. I assumed his wolf must be wanting to play with Lila, I could not think of why else he would say our wolves. I was wrong. He asked if Lila was talkative when I was around him or if she acted strange. I told him how Lila is always talkative and active, she is a pushy wolf. He chuckled and then my phone rang. It was the council so I excused myself and walked to the ot

The game of chess had served its purpose, fueling his determination and sharpening his mind for the battles to come. Turning his attention to the television, Colton activated the screen and tuned in to the news. Newscaster April's voice filled the airwaves, reporting on the recent attack involving Amanda and Ethan, and the lingering mystery surrounding the true identity of 7665. The city stood on the precipice of danger, unaware of the imminent storm that was about to engulf them.

" He had no idea I was leaving soon—not that I planned to tell him anyway. I met his gaze calmly. In the past six years, his eyes used to be full of affection whenever he looked at me. Now, all I saw was feigned concern and diffidence. I shook my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "No need, Soren. I probably won't have any time soon." Surprise flickered across his face. He hadn't expected me to turn him down. "Soren, I'm getting a little tired," Thea suddenly called out. "Can we go back?" He immediately turned to her, looking concerned. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Shaking her head, she murmured, "I've just had a long day. I'm a little exhausted."

The campfire flickered and spat, its orange glow throwing dancing shadows across the walls of the ancient arena. They huddled close around the flames, eating hot canned soup from battered tin bowls. The aroma was faint—more metallic than comforting. Terry scowled at his meal, stirring it halfheartedly with a spoon. “Not chicken soup again? Why can’t we have normal food for a change?” Lizzi didn’t look up from her laptop. “Do you see a Hungry Jack’s around here?”

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?