Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Bows

She knew because she’d hand-picked them before the wedding, men with scars she’d paid for and silence she’d earned. Still, the walls felt tight. The air tasted like warning. She sat on the edge of the kitchen table, gun in her lap, while Alessio stitched himself up again with shaking hands and no shirt. “You’re not left-handed,” she said. He didn’t look at her. “Doesn’t matter.” “I could help.” “I don’t need help.” She stood slowly. “That’s the problem.” He tied the thread off, blood leaking at the edge. “You think I’m stupid,” he said, quietly.

They each had to finish ten pounds of mashed potatoes, and whoever finished first won. My spleen and stomach ruptured on the spot. I bled internally and died. With my soul still lingering in the world, I watched Daniel celebrate his victory. He was crowned the new king of competitive eating, with Chloe wrapped in his arms, glowing with joy. I died with no answers. So in this life, even if I had to take him down with me, I wasn't letting him walk away victorious.

I nodded in acknowledgment. Rowan rolled his eyes, for a man so handsome he was for sure an asshole, “She goes into action tonight. I don’t care if she’s a clergy at a court. She needs to know the basic form of defense.” “Teach me then.” I said to him, “I’m ready.” He snorted and threw the bow at me, coming out of nowhere I fumbled catching it. He chuckled, wickedly, my frown grew even deeper. “It takes a little deal of arm strength to fire these arrows. They’re specially imported from South America, made from kronimum steel which can impale a werewolf. It wouldn’t kill one, but it can for sure hurt it.”

His gray eyes locked onto mine. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to die here… not like this.” My voice cracked at the end, and I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. His jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving mine. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he said, his voice low but steady. --- Hours crawled by in oppressive silence. Then, the basement door creaked open. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Orin descended the stairs, each step slow, the sound echoing in the stale air. He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun.

he reminded me. I shoved my thoughts aside, ignoring the knot forming in my stomach, and lifted a hand to place over his shoulders, while he gripped my waist tightly. The dance began, my heartbeat outmatching the music. Dimitri pulled me against his chest for the waltz and I had no choice but to rest my cheek against it. I could feel a gun under his vest. The feel of the weapon rekindled my fear, even the groom came to his own wedding with a gun?

**BACK TO THE GROUNDS – FINAL ROUND** Tension hung thick in the air. Luciano stepped forward with a grin. “Let me make this interesting.” He picked up a bow, drew, and released in one smooth motion. *THUD.* Bullseye. Darius groaned. “Oh, come on!” Luciano smirked. “What? I can’t let you two have all the fun.” Kane stepped up last. The field went quiet—too quiet. He lifted the bow, pulled the string back, and held it.

The woman had taken up her book again after she had dropped it the first time Amira shot at her. "Never let your arrow miss its mark." She carefully set Jax down. "Please hold on for me, dad." She grabbed his hands and placed them over her jacket. "Don't leave me. You hear me?" She pushed herself to her feet and scanned around for her crossbow while she patted down her sides for her daggers. She finally noticed the stock of the crossbow just barely sticking out of the snow a few feet away from her. However, when she grabbed it, the weight felt different. She lifted the crossbow out of the snow, except it wasn't her crossbow to begin with. It was a bow, but not just an ordinary bow. This bow

I just wasn’t that ideal daughter who made a fucking good name for her family or brought honor too. I had always been the one to do what the fuck I wanted without allowing any dumb shitted belief to hold me back. “What’s it about this bow? It couldn’t be all that special, can it?” I asked my mum. She gives an open-mouthed gasp like I had just committed a sacrilege. “That bow is sacred. Piero got it first. This therefore gives him an edge over us.” she uttered, gently sweeping her coal-black hair to a side of her neck. My hair was similar to mum’s.

If he could get rid of all of them, he would. Archer wants to revisit the mini park he found last night, he wanted to see a clearer view of it. Of course, it is way different to see something enveloped with darkness than witness it under the shining light. As he was riding his bike to his exit, he saw a familiar figure of a woman from the corner of his eye. He knew that it was her, the girl from last night. Yet this time, the difference is, her features are completely clear before him. He can now assure himself that she is attractive. She wasn't making noise this time but her voice seems to be carved inside his head, he could completely hear them. He doesn't want to waste any of his time so