Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Foxface

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

He added under his breath. “Eating,” Cameron said from the depths of the blanket. “You want something to eat?” Rohan was surprised. “F-k no,” Cameron shook his head violently. “I don’t think I’ll ever eat again. The people in the old-fashioned clothes, they’re eating the faces. All the soft parts, really, if those other bodies and the cows are anything to go by.” “What the actual f-k?” Rohan dragged his eyes from Cameron to Rhett. “Do you want to say that again?”

The countdown ticked down, and I could feel my anxiety building. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Then— the ground underneath the flags began terrible. The ground broke open, and three figures emerged. I froze on the spot, my blood running cold instantly. There were three Zombies. One was a sword-wearing hunk with piercing blue eyes. The second was a ripped boxer with a menacing scowl. And the third... oh god, it was a fox woman with piercing green eyes and a sly grin. The sword master spoke, his voice like honey. "Ah, fresh meat."

“Don't go!” “Don't go!!”, A loud chant echoed in the stadium, it was deafening, Fanghuaug and Xoxo who were smiling widely like a girl whose crush have proposed to, returned to the Hosa family. “Fenghuang, did you probe his face behind the mask? Were you able to see his face?” Xoxo asked exasperatedly. A mischievous glint flashed in Fenghuaug eyes, “guess” Xoxo became anxious, “Fenghuaug, I know you have seen his face, tell me, how does he look? Is he handsome? Does he have little eyes and dimples? Is he good-looking?”

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this? She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood. " Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice. This was when she snapped out of her daze.

Suddenly, the old fox glanced down at her and casually tossed her a carrot with a smirk playing at his lips. “Tell me, little bunny—am I the most handsome man you've ever met?” She caught the carrot and smiled fearlessly. “Sorry, old fox, you're not. Your ex-assistant is just a tiny bit more handsome than you—the one who fell from grace, Frost.” The old fox snorted dismissively, full of disdain. “A mere pretty face. What’s so good about that?” She took a bite of the carrot and replied, “It’s because he’s just a pretty face, that’s why he’s good-looking!”

Aurora chuckled leaving his room. "Your face and hair are so disgusting. You are so ugly, like a frog…," Vincenzo said with a serious voice. "A villain and a frog story will bang," Aurora snapped banging his door…. He smiled a little and frowned…. He smiled again and tried to frown, but he burst into laughter…. That girl!!!! She wants to be the end of me so bad…He mumbled…. Taking a substance from his pocket and sniffing from it… "I might kill Sasha if her face isn't back to the normal way." Vincenzo mumbled with red eyes.

I pushed my weight through and followed the scent down a lower shelf. The air changed. Old water. Cold stone. The tunnel opened into a natural pocket. The fox slowed. It was breathing hard now. It looked back at me and stopped. I closed the distance and planted a paw. No fight as it folded. The shift hit fast and small. A girl sat where the fox had been. Thin. Hair matted. Dress torn. Feet bare. Eyes wide. She stared up at me and did not scream. “My name is Olana,” she said. Her voice shook, but it didn’t fail.

Stepping out of the kitchen, wearing a loud orange and yellow cheerleading outfit, was Sasha. The fake orange fox ears stood proudly on top of her head. It was a bit weird and funny to see such a cutesy outfit on Sasha, who had somewhat of a tomboyish personality in Luna's opinion. "We can make an extra batch of cookies~!" said Alice, filling the display counter with a fresh batch of double chocolate chip cookies stuffed with sweet white icing that would give someone cavities from the sugary taste. "Gotcha, boss lady~! So, how are you hanging in here?" Sasha walked over and asked Luna.

“Where are you? Don't tell me you're still hiding.” I tried to scramble to my feet but it was too late. A flaming torch was the first thing that came into view, followed by slow, deliberate foots. “Well, well, well.” Scarface appeared in front of me. Thanks to the dancing fire illuminating her face, she looked nothing short of a villain from the children books I used to read as a kid. “Who do we have here?”