Hunger Games Delly Novels & Stories

And with that, she looks away from her and smiles at her mother beside her while greeting her. They start eating their food quietly. Upon tasting the food, Lizzy couldn't help but wonder who prepared the meal because it was so tasty that she feels like she might need more. on the other hand, Dellia was gulping down her food very fast with her giving herself just a little break. She felt like she can eat the food all through her life.

she said. Katty, who stood beside her, laughed softly. “This is our younger sister’s engagement. Of course it has to be special.” Olivia nodded. “Where is Delya?” Katty pointed toward the chairs near the garden. “Over there.” Delya was sitting in the dress she had worn earlier. Her face looked beautiful, but she seemed slightly tense. Her hands were holding a glass of a cold drink. Olivia walked closer. “You look like you’re about to take an exam,” she teased.

She must have bought them at some point at the corner market. The girl gazes droolingly at the salty snacks, and then realizes that she could not eat them, because they were from her mother. When Emanuele's eyes are moistened by tears, the woman who is gorging herself on fried food speaks up: "Why haven't you eaten your food yet, worm?" She could not remember ever being called by name, at least not inside the house. There, her name was Worm. The little girl cringed. "I'll eat in a minute, Mama."

JAY'S POV The cold, vintage red wine stung my eyes as it ran down my forehead, dripping off the tip of my nose and soaking straight into the collar of my white shirt. The quiet murmur of the high-end restaurant died down instantly, replaced by horrified gasps from neighboring tables. I sat completely frozen in my chair, staring up at Sasha as she slammed the empty glass onto the tablecloth. "You are an absolute embarrassment, Jay," Sasha hissed, her voice cutting through the silent room like a blade. "Look at you. You are a pauper. You cannot even afford the bare minimum for a woman like me."

If not dying, maybe suffering enough to wish for death. The plants around the Darkmoon pack are poisonous. I’m still in the middle of my decision making when I hear footsteps and a familiar scent fills the place. Delilah enters, holding an empty glass in her hand. She has taken her makeup and clothes off, now dressed in only sweats and a tank top. Even that looks nice on her. She is the type of person that will make a sack look nice, She notices me, standing clueless in the middle of the large spotless kitchen. Her eyes go from me to the things laid out on the counter and she raises a brow.

“Who is she?” I gulped the rising bile in my throat and felt my heart thudding so hard against my rib. “This is Delilah, I told you about in the last call.” She nodded her head, eyeing me up and down. “Does she even know how to work?” I almost crouched in front of her intense gaze. They’re unwelcoming and repulsion. “Yes, she helped me so much here. You don’t even know but she is a fast learner.” Kat only hummed and walked inside looking around the bakery. My palms were sweating bad at the thought of losing this job.

Yup, bowed. “Your Highness.” Cassie and I glance at each other, equally stunned. Okay, what the heck is going on? An awkward silence passed, suddenly, the other girl elbowed her. “Gotcha! Don't mind my sister, she loves role play.” I laughed nervously, “Oh!” Weird, “I'm Delaney by the way.” “Celine and this Avatia.” Cassie shook her head, set the pizza on the bed, and clapped, “Enough of this, Delaney here was in the process of telling me who she's in love with. I think you guys came at the right time.”

Aimea said as a way of introduction. "Hello," Hannah said to Darell with a smile. "Hi," Darell replied to her politely. "Mom, can I see you for a moment?" He asked his mom. His mother obliged and they both move out. "Mom, what're all these for?" Darell asked his mother in an indignant tone. "That's who I want as the Luna of our pack, not that blood-sucking creation," his mother replied to him. "That blood-sucking creation you just referred to is my mate, and I'm not choosing anyone else over her," Darell retorted.

Chapter 56: The Spy Delilah St. Louis could be many things. She was a clever girl, with the most amazing grades and a higher IQ than the average one. Her beauty was undeniable, no one had ever made her feel like she was not cute enough, she even had 'pretty privilege' when she went to parties and social events in comparison to her other friends. She was always offered drinks and let into places for free.

She smiles and starts walking to the door, with me behind her. As we walk in the dining room, I see that Delilah and her group still sitting down. I turn to Gray. "Are you sure you wanna eat now? Those girls are a real pain in the ass," I state, making her smile a bit. "Yes, I'm starving, and so are you!" She replies, dragging me to the table. "Well, well, well.. Look what we have here," Delilah scoffs in her annoying high-pitched voice, flipping a stand of her dyed-blonde hair over her shoulder.