Hunger Games Aesthetic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hale studied the gown silently for a long moment. Then his expression softened with something that looked almost sad. “You’re adjusting faster than I expected.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Adjusting?” I repeated. “I’m surviving. There’s a difference.” The room fell quiet again. I reached for my sketchbook and flipped through several pages before stopping abruptly. One design in particular made my stomach twist. Dark colors, sharp edges with dangerous elegance. Without meaning to, I had designed something inspired by Dante. Powerful, seductive and terrifying.

Chapter five Atlas POV I didn’t expect the girl to be that pretty, yet here she was even in her grief shining in her beauty. Her soft hazel eyes looked vulnerable and her lips were chapped and in a thin line every time I stepped inside the room to give her food to eat. She looked like she’ll rather be anywhere and I made the off comment about seeing the gardens if she ate her food.

Nichole followed Genevieve's gaze and smiled at the sight of their prey. She looked like a cheap call girl with no more than thirty bucks in her bank account. But, give her the flowers, she was beautiful. She wore a mini gown that was no lower than her ass, if she bent to pick up a pen from the ground, all the men in the room will be dead meat. Her full boobs were on display, the dress did nothing to conceal it. She applied heavy makeup and wore cheap accessories. "She's blonde, and voluptuous." Genevieve commented. Aiden loves his girls dark skinned, and slim, but we'll make do with what's available."

"I wrote this. I used the pencil. This was supposed to be real!" The little girl with the blue balloon giggled. The sound was like silver bells, but it made my skin crawl. She skipped through the chocolate-mud, her white dress staying perfectly clean. "The Shareholders love 'Realism,' Kaima," she said, popping a small chocolate bubble with her toe. "But they don't like the *uncomfortable* parts of realism. They want the 'Aesthetic' of struggle, but with the comfort of a dessert. It's called 'Gourmet Survival.' It's trending on the Lunar Colonies right now."

All of a sudden, emotion showed up in her eyes–fear. This place is definitely not suitable for humans. No one could survive long here. Even Jade herself, she was so close to losing her mind. Maybe she’s on her way to that stage. No food, not even water, no toiletries–there was nothing here that they could use to survive. This dungeon is basically a place to have a slow death–which is worse than being killed with a bullet. “Groom her and feed that tiny body. Also cover those bruises on her body. She has to appear elegant and seductive. Three days from now, she should be ready for the drama.” Granger commanded as he grabbed a stick of cigarette.

The hopeful decorations, the children’s bright faces, Sister Agnes’s fluttering excitement, it all blurred into a sickening backdrop for this obscene tableau. He just looked. Those dark, fathomless eyes holding mine with a possessiveness that hadn’t dimmed, only calcified. A hunter who’d finally cornered his prey. Satisfaction radiated from him, thick and cloying, mixed with that terrifying intensity that had once been my entire world.

To actually think that not a solitary piece of evidence can be discovered that can maybe lead us to the strongest quality lead. And it has been four months since Athena's harrowing tragedy destroyed her life from bad to something worse. And I must admit that I loathed just to see her possess nightmares every night, again and again, and again. She had never really succeeded in getting sufficient sleep in four months, and her wellbeing had started to deteriorate into something susceptible and brittle. She made it appear as if the under-eye circles under her gaze had always been a component of her physical attributes. But I never saw her beauty fizzle even for a moment, because she continues to

It was a sight she could never erase from her memory, a haunting image that would forever haunt her dreams. As Nyx continued his torment, skimming his blade up Jade's belly, stopping at her quivering belly button, Athena felt a surge of anger and determination. Her brown eyes locked with Nyx's dark gaze, a clash of opposing forces. They were woody and honey, representing the light within her, pushing against the darkness that consumed him.

The white was the white powder that was applied to her face causing her already pale skin to look paler and more like a dead person. Her eyebrows, eyelashes, and eyelids, and her lips were done in black making her look like a scary goth. The only pop of color was her hair. Her stomach grumbled, requesting food but Hazel did not ask for it. She knew they were running out of time with the way the talking maid looked apprehensive. Finally, they were done, and then the boxes the maids had come in with started to open. The boxes were laid before Hazel so she could see their contents.

Or would it move slowly down her flesh, causing no damage until it reached her internal organs and turned them to burnt ash? I imagined her pain— her screams muffled as the acid burned away at her flesh and bones, leaving only her skeletal remnants in ash. Her once-bright eyes would be dull and lifeless, and her hair would be singed by the chemical, curling into unrecognizable gray wisps. She'd look like the monster and gold-digging wicked bitch she was. Gosh! I'd never disliked somebody as much as I did her. And I wanted to see her in pain. That was my life’s goal right now.