Hunger Games Clove Novels & Stories

The group quickly got tangled up in a fight. These were the same people who complained nonstop about how exhausting their jobs were, yet now they fought as if they had taken some kind of stimulant. Clover was the most ferocious of them all. Despite being a woman, she had trained at a sports academy and later worked as a guide. She took down several people in no time. Outnumbered, she was injured as well. Just as she started walking toward me, Elliot rushed out and smashed a rock into her head.

I gasped as Clover sat down. Clover is safe here alone at home, and her food is already cooked. "Clover. I'm sorry, but I have to go.." Her sad face shone again. She stood up and approached me. I thought she would nag, but I didn't expect what occurred next. "Okay.. I'll be waiting here." That was all she answered without asking where I was heading. So I took my bag and my keys and went out the door. What is Lexie's reason for drinking now? As far as I know, she doesn't drink heavily. That pain in the ass, spoiled brat actress, is draining my patience.

From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass. Johann hated the Black Cliff and dreamed to leave it, break out of the mustiness of the eternal fog and head south where it was always warm as in summer, the harvest ripened faster, and the air smelled lavander and peaches. Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

Hungrily, I ate the steaming porridge, the heat burned but the respite in my stomach made it tolerable. When did my life get this bad? Food used to be a luxury I never thought would be stripped away from me in the blink of an eye. I ate the food, every bit of it and honestly I wasn’t filled but I knew I had to manage. Just as I set the plate down, Clover walked in with a warm smile on her face. She didn’t know I was mad at her. Immediately, I looked in the opposite direction. “Why did you bring me here?” She sighed deeply as she closed the door behind her and walked towards me. I kept my gaze on her, letting her return to her sit on the bed.

“Who’s the root vegetable in last year’s mulch couture?” Gasps filled the courtyard. “I like her,” Broccolini whispered with interest. Carrot narrowed her eyes. “I birthed twelve kids in a dirt trench and survived three winters with nothing but rainwater and sarcasm.” “I walked the flaming runways of Eloria wearing a cloak made of smoke and spider thread,” Clarence snapped. “Try again.” Tomato let out a tiny squeak. “They’re gonna fight.” Clarence took a slow step forward. “You have potential, carrot. But those cape angles? Criminal.”

Clover was quite confused seeing some man who seemed gentle sitting in his space. His eyes brows as he walked forward. He stopped right behind Dylan and clenched his fist on the top rail. Chloe's eyes were up, and she was looking directly at Clover, who was still standing behind Dylan, doing absolutely nothing. When Clover noticed Chloe wasn't saying a word, he walked towards her and shifted his gaze to Dylan's powerful looking face. "Hold on a second" Clover muttered slowly raising his index finger to Dylan. "Isn't he the man you…" His voice trailed off, and he crouched his head low towards a very nervous looking Chloe.

I froze in the living room, my face heating instantly. “Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, backing up a step. But before I could turn around, Clover’s bedroom door opened and she appeared in the hallway wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely covered anything. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, and right behind her was Cameroon—shirtless, pants half-zipped, looking equally startled. “Lumi!” Clover yelped, yanking the shirt down as far as it would go. “What the hell? I thought you were coming later!”

"Hope you're not doing anything illegal?... Aren't you underaged to drive?... You'll fail if you don't come back to school!... Where have you been!" Laura smiled lightly. "Nope, yup, I know and... I've been playing the game", she'd managed to answer all that as shortly as possible. "What's up with that lame game anyway?... I think they sent me a stupid hoe for some reason..." Laura's eyes widen. "Why did you pick the hoe?!... Who does that?" "What?... It was named 'The Harvest!', what else was I supposed to pick?... A fu*king gun?!", I shot her a questioning look.

Hopefully she will let me claim her as my Luna and the vamps will never lay a finger on her again knowing that if they mess with my Luna, they will die a slow death. Lexie reappeared with Oliva by her side and looked like she had freshened up. It wasn’t Lexie’s usual attire, but she still looked good, especially in those tight yoga pants Oliva had lent her showing all Lexie’s beautiful curves. “Should I tell mother that we will have a guest for lunch today?” Oliva asks and I look at Lexie for the okay. Lexie smiled and I took that as a yes and I looked back at Oliva and said, “Yes tell mother we have a special guest joining us for lunch.”