Hunger Games Clove Novels & Stories

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.

I gulp and face the window. “why are we here!?” I ask. “I want to show you something.” “Show me something in a garbage dump.” Yes ladies and gentlemen, Dalon Andrew took me to a garbage dump. “Yes..” He says. “Now climb up that” pointing at the huge mountain of empty plastic bottles and cans. You’re kidding me right? First he brings me all the way to the garbage dump far from home and tells me to climb that! Knowing me I might fall and break my legs.

"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?!"