Hunger Games Delly Novels & Stories

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

I said, looking around to see where Callum was. "Oh okay." She smiled. "I hope this isn't weird, but you are gorgeous." I said to her. "Thank you! So are you." She grinned. "Thanks." I replied, grinning back. "Dyl, I got you one of those giant cookies with m&m's in it, I think you missed them." Callum said, walking out the isle and looking down at the cookie. And before I could respond to him, the girl at the register spoke. "Callum Gage? Is that you?!" She yelled, as she ran from behind the counter.

Annoying Thing was saying. Naima rolled her eyes and made a retching sound, clawing at her throat. But the girl was only disappointed to find out that didn't keep off Annoying Thing, it only impressed the morbid creep. She crossed her fingers and hoped Wanda and the rest would show up and save her. But they didn't. And the poor girl tried to drown out the sound of a mooning Annoying Thing telling her about his obese aunt who did yoga to rid herself of asthma

"Things were out of order. Not how I left them." Delaney didn't think they'd touched anything, other than the bag of money, and she didn't know if Patch put it back precisely or not. Who noticed those types of things? Delaney searched the fridge for something sweet to eat, since she had dinner with Beth and Katy. She grabbed a yogurt from the bottom of the fridge and shut the door with her foot. "That's … strange," she said, opening the lid. "I wonder if this person was looking for something specific. You have any enemies, Dillon?"

Delilah said, her smile twitching. "What happened to March?" I asked again. "She grew a spine," Delilah said coldly, turning on her heel. "And then she lost it." I followed her to a massive dining hall. The other models were already seated, eating minimalist portions of greens. "Good evening, Sister Daniels," they droned. I sat at the far end of the long table, facing Delilah across thirty feet of mahogany. "Daniels, I’ll be frank," Delilah said, setting her fork down. "I have reason to believe you're carrying."

She cheered happily until she hugged Winky tightly. “Wow so cool! I can use this magic!” Delia said happily. “Ehm! I can't breathe! Get off, Del!” said Winky. Delia then released her arms and laughed at Winky. Delia's stomach suddenly growled and Winky smiled mockingly. “How long have you not eaten?” asked Winky. “Since I haven't seen you I have no appetite, Winky,” said Delia. “Then have a seat, Del, I'm going to the kitchen to get you some food and drink.”

She extended her arms to take Nathan into her embrace, a playful glint in her eyes as she invited him to join her. Nathan, with a grin that mirrored his mother's resilience, eagerly jumped into Jennifer's arms. "Thank you so much, Jennifer," Delilah expressed her gratitude with a warm smile as she put the first morsel of food in her mouth. The immediate burst of flavors was like a soothing balm for her hunger-induced discomfort, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of relaxation. It was evident just how famished she had been. However, Jennifer's attentive gaze soon caught something unusual about Delilah's appearance, and she leaned in with squinted eyes, trying to get a better look at so

“Then now… you will see what happens when the Phantom meets a… psycho.” In Heaven’s Gate territory, lust throbbed in every corner of the room, growing heavier with every heartbeat as the elixir began its work. Just a single drop in their drinks had already started to warp the atmosphere, moans, desire, and heat rippling through every soul present. Finn’s dark eyes locked onto Vivica’s, piercing through the haze. “Show me the hunger,” he murmured.

Kai had wiped my clearance from his system with a single keystroke. But by the second night, the tears stopped. The raw, bleeding wound in my chest began to scar over, hardening into something dark, sharp, and focused. I stood in the center of Malakai's pristine, minimalist kitchen, staring at the secure delivery chute built into the wall. A soft chime echoed through the room, and a sleek metal tray slid forward containing a gourmet meal from one of the city's finest restaurants, alongside a fresh change of clothes. He was still feeding me like a prized pet.