Hunger Games Clove Novels & Stories

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

She’s holding a dagger while pointing it towards the person in a cloak. “Who are you? Who sent you here?” she asked, but instead of answering her, she was just thrown to the ground and the man used a small cloth to cover her mouth and nose, then Clementine lost consciousness. “Where do you think you’re planning to go with our boss?” Dash asked the cloaked man. The cloaked man jumped off the roof without answering Dash’s question. Dash sent an emergency signal to Pi through the use of their guild’s bird, then Dash followed the cloaked man. As he followed him, the cloaked man jumped off the roof to the ground, but when Dash followed him, they were gone already.

Bring something from the garden if I can. Eli. Doesn’t like surprises but likes knowing someone’s coming. Text first. He’ll say he’s fine either way but he means yes. Edmund. Still learning how to ask for things. Doesn’t need me to say much. Just needs to not be the only Combe in the room sometimes. Cloe found the notebook one evening on the kitchen table, open to the page where Dave had been writing before dinner, and she stood in the kitchen for a long moment, reading it quietly, something tightening in her chest that had nothing to do with sadness.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

he promised again. She relaxed in his arms. His touch and his scent are making her feel safe. Clovia entered the Mansion like a princess. She was always treated like one. She threw her handbag aside, and a maid immediately picked it up and kept it on the tea table. "Where is grandfather?" she asked the maid while sauntering deeper inside the mansion. "He is in the dining hall miss" she replied while keeping her eyes down. Clovia walked towards the dining area but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Leo, wearing his black star mask and all-black leather outfit.

She darted out the door, but yelled over her shoulder, "And there's ski boots in my closet, too!" Jocelyn hurried to change and then pulled on the ski boots. Luckily, they were the same size, but their taste in clothes were as different as their personalities. When she heard the doorbell ring, she grabbed a ski jacket from Mallory's closet and rushed out. Downstairs, there was a knock on the door, causing Jocelyn's heart to flutter. Mallory swung the door open and Caden was standing on the porch, in all his glory. Jocelyn tried not to notice his light brown hair and bright green eyes.

Clara's POV I rose again, lighting candles against the encroaching dusk, their flames dancing shadows across the walls. The chamber felt alive now, breathing with the storm's pulse, and I moved through it like a specter—trailing fingers over the dagger's hiding spot, inhaling the faint trace of his cologne on the pillows. Hunger gnawed at my belly; the betas had slid trays through the door slot—bread, cheese, stew gone cold—but I picked at it mechanically, sustenance for the war ahead.

he shouted, and that angered Alder, but I stopped him. "Listen to me very well; I can look in your eyes and tell you I am a fu****g virgin! And I am thankful that I didn't give myself to you when you wanted it. I guess I was still smart enough to know that you were only playing on me! So listen to me, I, Clover Ellington, challenge you, Alpha Vlad Obray of the Raven Claw Pack, for the title of Alpha." "Clover!" Alder exclaimed, but I just ignored him.

She asks. “My mom gave her old clothes to an old friend to get it stitched.. apparently it doesn’t fit her now and pieces of cloth from those dresses falls off” “Oh..” I’m so dead.. ‘You should’ve planned before Summer. You had like two weeks to prepare.’ I said in my head. “I mean a dress which is elegant and flowy from the bottom” ginger says. “Oh my god that’ll look so good on you!!” Flowy, flowy, reminds me of a name. Oh my god Flo! I completely forgot about her. She could help me!

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"