Hunger Games Delly Novels & Stories

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.

Even if she was still trembling. Even if she hated me for it. Especially if she hated me for it. **** Dinner was quiet. Too quiet. Delia sat across from me, picking at her food like a child forced to eat something she didn’t want. Her eyes kept drifting away….far away… somewhere I couldn’t reach. Somewhere that looked like that useless boy she left behind. Galvin. Her “simple” life. Her “simple” boyfriend. I watched her zone out again, jaw tightening.

Deli yelled charging at me. I charged forward as well, leaning back as I slid past her. She turned around, eyes raised in surprise at my sudden speed boost. Her brief moment of distraction gave Peggy a chance to deliver a clean kick to her side. She fell forward, right into a punch I had ready to send her flying back outside. We ran after her, determined not to give her any breathing space. "Pesky little insects, I will destroy you." Deli threatened, striking the ground in a crescent shape that sent chunks of earth flying at us.

Della’s POV I wasn’t able to eat enough during my dinner with Kylian that I didn’t even feel half-full. Hence, as soon as I got home, I felt the exhaustion and starvation fill me. Opening the door, I was greeted by Diana. “Ms. Della, you’re back early. How’s the dinner?” Looking at her with a frown, I went straight to remove my heels and leave it lazily at the side before I threw myself in at the bed.

Dela I'm at a hamburger restaurant after a long study session. Danielle and I decided we would eat here, but I expected it just to be us two. I was wrong. Danielle has made two new friends—Shirley and Isabella. The first mentioned it quiet, while Isabella could have been taken straight out of Mean Girls. She is pretty but seems to have made it her mission to make me feel uncomfortable.

But I refused to give Riezel the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Instead, I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the table as I struggled to maintain my composure. I knew that I had to get through this, no matter how hard it was. But as I glanced up at Riezel, I saw something in her eyes that made my blood run cold. It was a glint of triumph, of victory. She knew that she had won, that she had broken me. Riezel's eyes landed on my plate, and she raised an eyebrow. "Delilah, you haven't eaten anything yet," she said, her voice dripping with false concern. "Let me offer you some of these delicious dishes."

It's just my opinion. My doorbell rang and I stood up from the couch. "That'll be the pizza. I'll be right back!" "If it's that cute delivery guy you should ask him for his number. I dare you!"She shouted. I chuckled and opened the door, expecting to see a man holding a pizza on the other side. But it wasn't the pizza... It was him! I felt butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden."Hi!" "We need to talk." ~~~ MASON

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

She immediately started sobbing upon the scene and attempted to step back. Since the bed was right behind her Danielle stumbled and fell over on the mattress. She supported herself on the elbows and looked at Cyrus who stood there in front of her. Danielle became frightful for her life that she totally forgot about her torn dress. Her pink nipples and bare breasts were dangling in front of Cyrus after the neckline was torn off.

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Do you know you won’t get to taste other dishes once you settle for one?” I stopped walking in the hotel lobby. I didn’t understand what she meant. “What dishes?” She rolled her eyes. “Martha, this is what girls do before they get married. Don’t be so conservative and innocent. Let’s go.” She pulled me towards the counter. I had no choice but to follow Angeli. The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator.