Hunger Games Divergent Novels & Stories

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely. I liked it like this, no one recognizing me in different clothes and a different posture. This was another version of me. The wig I had on itched badly as the colored contacts caused my eyes to water. But my disguise was necessary. I could not risk anyone recognizing me, Vittorio Leone's disappointment of a son, in a place such as this. I didn't want to be the useless son here, just another stranger looking for a drink. Maybe a hard fuck too. I made my way to the counter where my order for a drink was answered quickly.

She called these people with super abilities Clan of Heightened Vision, Heightened Tactility, Heightened Auditory Senses, Heightened Olfactory Senses, and Heightened Gustatory Senses. "Have you ever visited the newly built food hub near the university with your friends?" Luna was interrupted from reading when he felt Bodie's fork poking her fork with his. "What?" She said in a daze. She had not been listening to Bodie's stories. "You did not listen to a word I said, didn't you?" Bodie sassed. He was almost done eating while Luna still had a lot on her bowl. "Sorry." "What's in that book that you're all rapt up?" Bodie asked with his brows furrowed with peeve.

My words had hurt her as much as she deserved to be hurt for being a rude bitch who dared to call me a boy. She was a fierce woman, taller than most average women. But she had forgotten that I was a half-breed with Martian blood running through my veins. I was obviously bigger than her and if we were to exchange blows like she would have wanted to, I would have wasted her life in seconds. I had blood stains on my hands, and not as innocent as she’d thought. I was a trained vengeful and savage half-breed Warrior after all; the curse and the savior to Dystopia, like the prophecy had said.

"We already noticed 'Goddess Hunter' from the first day it appeared. We decided to define it as a social pressure test. We wanted to see how an ordinary person would react in the modern world when faced with extreme injustice and systemic failure. "All of your retaliation, skills, strategy, and ruthlessness… Even the way you protected your family in the end, we were observing everything." He pointed at the offer I had received. My mind went blank. All my revenge, all my struggle, had only been an arranged test? "Who exactly are you?" I asked. He took out an official document printed on an official letterhead and a brand new ID from the folder, then pushed them in front of me. The ID showed m

“We can negotiate.” “You never change,” Dewangga said. “This is survival.” The next day, chaos erupted in the market—gunfire, a helicopter, Vivian’s forces descending. Dewangga fled. When he reached the cottage, flames were already spreading. Davian sat waiting, calm, a pistol in his lap. “She came,” Davian said. “Let’s go!” Dewangga urged. “No. I’m done running,” Davian replied, handing him a memory chip. “This is Project Orion. Go.”

The youngest child tilted their head, calm, serene, almost curious. Sipho exhaled, the weight pressing down like stone. He could feel the Darkness around him, tasting, testing, pushing. The Hunger did not forgive hesitation. It demanded action, demanded sacrifice, demanded resolution. He stepped closer to the eldest child. “The Hunger marks you,” he whispered. “Your resistance is admirable… but it cannot last. One of you must falter. One of you must give in. And one… may rise beyond what I can hold.” The eldest child looked up at him, wide-eyed, trembling. “Please… don’t—”

There were also tables where people were enjoying a meal and I also noticed a store and a walkup bar area. This was the first time ever that Samuel’s eyes weren’t on me but on something else as he watched the next diver jump. I knew that until he jumped, I wouldn’t have my man back, so I said to him, “Go ahead and dive.” I didn’t have to tell him twice and he was heading to the line of people waiting to dive. I walked over to the bar and ordered two drinks and a burger and fries for Samuel because I know he is probably already hungry again. I walked over to a table and sat where I could watch the divers. Samuel still had two people in front of him and he looked so excited waiting for his tur