Hunger Games Caesar Flickerman Novels & Stories

His head snapped up when he heard clapping, Skylar sharply turned, standing in front of her mate protectively, even though all she wanted was to just sleep and never wake up. "Please, Karam. Get the fuck out of here" Skylar gritted through her teethes, begging the entire universe to at least listen to her pleads for once. "Well, well, well, what do we have here" Caesar was back on his feet as if the force did nothing to him. He stared at the couple before him and smirked and placed his hands behind him. This was the reincarnation of his little precious brother, this was the man that was destined to overthrow him, his eyes hardened and darkened more than they already were. "Welcome back to th

Then shoulders. Vince didn’t stop until he saw blood. “Kill me if you want. You’re not getting anything out of me,” Caesar laughed, his mouth dripping with blood. He turned to me and smirked. “Except for the fact that your wife’s cunt is the tightest thing I’ve ever had.” What the fuck? I lunged for him, but Vince held me back with rod against my heaving chest. Caesar turned to him next. “And Jessica,” he added, his lips twisted into a wider smirk. “She tasted sweeter than a ripe berry.”

Creed said smiling “ don’t say anything Charlotte is taking a shower and will be here when she’s done” I groan taking a sit in my desk chair “ How was sleeping on the floor?” Ryan mocks making kissy faces “ terribly but it was worth it.” I huffed. Unwrapping my plate, I pick up a piece of bacon enjoying the delicious taste. This world wouldn’t be the same if bacon didn’t exist. We wait for her to come in while I listen to Creed and Ryan yell at each other about what food is best. Eating my eggs a soft knock of the door steals my attention

A wave of disgust rose in his chest. "How did you get in here? Get away from me," he snapped. Florence acted like she couldn't hear him. She held on to him tighter, her smile warped and sweet. "Don't chase me off. Look, I brought you a present." She suddenly lifted her hand. Something cold flashed. Caesar tried to twist away on instinct, but she was too close, and she was moving with the speed of someone who had already resigned to her ultimate fate. Spurt! The blade drove deep into his abdomen.

The tension in the room grew thicker as the two men locked eyes, their confrontation inevitable. “Miss me little brother?” Ceasar smirked, sarcasm in his tone fueling Marcus but he isn’t here to play around. Marcus clenched his fists, his anger boiling beneath the surface. Marcus stood head on against him, his heaving chest equaling their height as he glared deep into Caesar’s playful orbs, “Where is she.” “Reckless as always.” Caesar spoke, noticing his disheveled appearance and the blood and dust stain on him and his wrinkled shirt .

“I wonder how you manage him, Olivia. Oh wait…you’re just with him for the money, right?” “You don’t have to say that,” Caesar interjected smoothly, his tone almost gentle as he looked at Olivia. “She deserves better.” Olivia actually blushed, caught off guard by the unexpected defense. “Thank God someone has my back, Caesar,” she muttered. Caesar’s smirk deepened, dark and unapologetic. “I don’t have your back, Olivia. I didn’t stand up for you. I simply stated the fact that my nephew has a small dick… and she deserves something as big as she described mine to be.”

Derrick remarked with a smile and fed Grace when suddenly there was a light knock on the door. "I'll get it... I'll get it!" Before Grace could do anything, her little daughter came running and shouting from her bedroom. "Ella, slow down, don't open it," Grace was already rushing towards the door. Her daughter was something else. "Mommy, I'll get it," Stella quickly pulled the door open, only for Grace's heart to skip a beat. Standing like some Greek God in his black tuxedo was none other than Caesar. It was hard to overlook his domineering aura.

My eyes follow him as he walks towards the table in the corner of the room and pours a glass of vodka. He takes a sip, then turns back to Caesar. "I told you he had fallen for the girl. But you didn't believe me because you trust him so much. Do you have enough proof now?" Caesar doesn't respond. His face tightens with rage and he turns back to me. "My office. Now!" He storms out, and Hunter chuckles triumphantly. "Have fun protecting your little whore, Dee. Because she's going to die real soon." I walk away without another word, heading straight to Caesar's office. Desmond looks worried, so I gesture to him that I'm okay before disappearing into the office.

Caesar cut in, tone flat, eyes burning holes through me. The dismissal hit like a slap. Jealousy flared, hot and vicious. I forced a brittle smile, shook Xandra’s hand fingers still trembling, and muttered a rough, “Pleasure.” Caesar’s stare followed me, dark and molten, promising this was nowhere near finished. I stood on wobbly legs, cum still trickling in slow, obscene rivulets down the inside of my thigh. “Sure,” I said, voice dripping loud enough for both of them to hear.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear