Hunger Games 74th Novels & Stories

Might want to call the cops. "Honey, who are you texting?" Chester snarled, his face twisted into something dark and chilling by the phone's glow. This whole new life spiel was nothing but a con. I was trapped in a real-life Truman Show. I lashed out with a fierce kick at Chester. He screamed in agony, doubling over, his face a mask of pain. "Chester!"

He howled desperately outside the hall, calling my name over and over. Busybodies filmed it, the video going viral in werewolf circles. An Alpha who'd lost his mind, howling for his lost mate. What an ironic scene. Later I heard Ivy quickly became pregnant with her second child. One autumn evening, I encountered the haggard Ethan at my usual café. His eyes were sunken, jaw covered in stubble—his Alpha dignity completely gone. I held my coffee cup, waiting for him to speak first. As evening wind rose, I couldn't help hunching my shoulders. He instinctively moved to shield me from the wind but stopped at my expression.

When she mentioned chicken and The Hunger Games, I kinda figured she hadn’t actually watched it because that’s what I thought when I first heard of it. “Then why is it called The Hunger Games if it’s not about food?” I shrugged in response. I wasn’t crazy about movies, so I didn’t really know. After a moment of silence, she said, “Humans are odd.” “I agree. How come you haven’t watched it yet though?” I asked curiously. She got a wicked glint in her eyes and pointed to her stomach. “One word, girl, honeymoon. This baby didn’t just make itself. That would have been cool though, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a virgin.” She joked while I made a face at her.

I replied and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer for another kiss. “What does everyone want to do tonight?” I asked, turning to face everyone else. “I need to step out for dinner, but I wouldn’t mind a movie night,” Gideon replied and left for his ‘dinner’. “No musicals!” Frankie and Marcus said in unison. “How about ‘Hunger Games’? We haven't watched that in at least a year or more,” Jonas said. “Sure, why not? Let’s watch the trilogy then,” I said.

"No… I didn't do anything wrong!" Cold all over, I trembled as I tried to pull away from him, only to realize my feet were trapped by something. Pulling back the blanket, I froze. Heavy iron chains were locked around my ankles, making it nearly impossible to move. Jared's voice turned icy. "I know you won't admit your mistake so easily. So, you'll stay in this room until Melody has the baby. Then, I'll let you out." Three days without food, combined with all the pent-up emotions I had been holding back, a rush of metallic taste surged up my throat as I coughed out a mouthful of blood from my mouth.

After hearing that, Xander hit Jeremy even harder. “I gave you seven years, but you didn’t cherish her. “You upset and humiliated her, and I’m going to make you pay now.” The police finally came over and pulled them apart. When the police brought Jeremy to the police car, he was still shouting, “Charlotte, I really can’t stand life without you!” After a while, Bailey suddenly sent a letter from overseas.

“Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them? I’m not a toy. I abstained from being manipulated. “Do your worst,’ I sneered. “I don’t give a damn ass about who you are. Fuck the moon goddess. Was she blind or drunk choosing seven mates for me? You all must be

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

POV Millie It’s now Saturday morning and I’ve been invited by Mia to the annual Fourth of July party at the house. It’s on the beach and apparently the best party of the year with BBQ, swimming, music and fireworks. I’m a little apprehensive about going because X and I are on…interesting terms.

The way he had told me about Luca with the same expression he used to discuss pack finances. He had built seven years of control over me and he believed it would hold even after it broke. He did not know me at all. What does the tribunal mean for our timeline, I said. It means the council hearing in four days just became the most important four hours of your life, Caden said. And it means Damon will be in that room. The folder was solid and warm in my hands from where I had been gripping it. I looked at Caden one more time. Good, I said. I want him in that room.