Hunger Games Clove Novels & Stories

Lumi’s POV I look away first, not minding that he’s still staring at me to say something. Clover exhales dramatically. “Oh, this is not how I planned to die.” “We’re not dying,” I mutter, not sure of what I was saying. “Relax.” “You say that now, but it’s been ten minutes—” ….. A few minutes pass. Clover leans toward me, her voice low enough that it doesn’t carry. “This is what you wanted huh.”

"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.”

Chapter One: The Day Everything Burned "Sera! Come see the butterfly cocoons! They are starting to split open!" I dropped my handful of wildflowers and raced toward Mama's voice, my bare feet slapping hard against the warm stone path. The garden smelled like sweet jasmine and wet earth, and I was already planning to ask Papa if we could stay out here until the stars came out so we could count them together like we always did on clear nights. A scream tore through the peaceful afternoon air, and I froze completely, the scattered petals drifting down around my feet. Another scream pierced through the garden, followed by shouting—so much shouting it sounded like the whole pack house was on fire

Clover’s POV I slam my trusty fork on the floor. This is the moment where I need to decide whether I should preserve my pride and shame or my own life. It should be an easy choice, right? Except it’s not. “Oh my god,” I groaned, dragging both hands down my face. “I can’t believe I’m really gonna do this…” Biting my nails and bouncing my crossed legs, I gulped. I tried what options I could Breaching the lock and climbing the vent isn’t realistically as possible as television makes them out to be—especially when it’s quite obvious that the syndicate I’m dealing with lives up to what actual mafias are.

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

Sandra pulled the shirt of Solomon’s uniform above his head and frowned as her stomach grumbled. She was terribly hungry turned to Visha, seeing her struggle with the button of her skirt. She popped the bottom and Visha pushed down her skirt. “Lovey, I’m hungry” “Me too” Solomon seconded.

Not natural cold the specific quality of cold that had been maintained by something other than weather for a very long time, with an intention behind it that pressed against the skin in a way that made the mind want to go elsewhere. The burning in his chest flared in response. He gritted his teeth and followed her in. The archive was a single room, lower-ceilinged than expected, every surface covered in shelves that held clay tablets and rolled vellum and stone-bound books and things he didn't have names for. The lantern light turned everything amber and shadow. Seren moved with the confidence of someone who had been here many times, scanning the shelves with focused efficiency, and he staye

“My girl is pregnant by Zade. And he knows about it. So… yeah. That’s what it is.” I look toward the Blackwoods. They’re smiling. Actually smiling. Lucas walks over, but he doesn’t even look at me. He stops in front of Clover. “Congratulations,” he says, and instead of shaking my hand, he pulls her into a hug. “You’re going to make a great mom.” Clover smiles, genuine and soft. “Thank you so much, Lucas.” Emily steps up next, congratulates Clover quietly, then moves away. Mrs. Turner follows, wrapping Clover in a long, tight embrace. I can’t hear what she’s whispering, but I see Clover nodding, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"So think carefully which way you would like to walk." "So you would rather make me your enemy?" Clover spat, her voice low but burning. "Good! I welcome it. Until now, I was ashamed of what I did, and I was reluctant to even look at you. But now," her palm slammed against the table, her body leaning forward with subtle arch, her eyes locked on his, "But now I feel nothing but relief. So here is my challenge, Mr. Hudson, try to drive me out of this town. And your precious nephew," Clover paused with a tug at the corner of her lips, "I will make sure to lessen The Torture I have planned for him."