Hunger Games Foxface Novels & Stories

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

Theo rolled his eyes, lighting the joint he'd rolled, taking a deep inhale and handed it to me, smiling when I took it. He exhaled. "Foxen have a natural pheromone in their auras when partly shifted." He explained turning to Lisa while I took an inhale then held it up for Xavier. "Why?" She asked, raising a brow as she took the joint from Dane. I giggled, shrugging. "Who wants to fight me when I'm so cute?" I twitched my ears at her. She choked for a moment laughing. "You're an idiot." I stuck my tongue at her. "And you're my friend, like chooses like."

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his chin. "Let's call it a truce shall we?" He then gives me a full blown smile. Xander wraps his arms around me. "I can live with that." "Good. I'm gonna go down stairs to get a cold glass of water, you want one?" "Yes please." Xander runs and jumps in bed. I shake my head as I walk out. When I walk into the kitchen I scream...no I shriek my head off at the sight before me. There lyes 1 dead fox with it's guts spilled out and it's head is mutilated. On the wall there are words written in blood.

“Real good.” ‘I hate foxglove.’ Bane growled. ‘So do I buddy.’ I replied to him internally and continued eating. It was going to give me a little upset after, but not much more than that. My body would digest the entire thing. But she didn’t know that. And so, there she stood, those innocent-looking eyes gleaming with desperation, waiting for a reaction. I was going to give her a reaction. I clutched my stomach when I was done with the meal and frowned. “What is going…”

Jaspar Fox held the fourth seat at the High Table, and was more of an enigma than anyone else I had met. He was quite literally covered in scars. They began on his face, a previous broken nose and some stitches to the cheek. All down his arms and back were scars, rumors said there were even more beneath his pant line. Those particular words had been whispered by blushing she-wolves, witnesses to this entire debacle. They were too afraid to attempt approaching him, but had no problem whispering from the sidelines.

Chapter 71 The morning after the pantry incident with Lucien felt like waking up inside a pressurized steam cooker. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard that low, gravelly promise, The Fox always catches what he hunts. My skin still felt sensitized, the ghost of his knuckles tracing my jawline acting as a phantom itch I couldn't scratch. I spent an extra twenty minutes on my "Antonella" mask today. I added a slightly more severe line to my eyebrows and pulled my wig into a knot so tight it gave me a natural facelift.

The day the Sterling family came to honor an old marriage agreement, my adopted younger sister suddenly confessed. "I used Sophie's photo to date a scholarship kid online. He's coming here today to propose, and someone that low is the kind of person I deserve. "Mom, Dad, I don't deserve the Sterling marriage. Send me away." Her eyes swam with tears. She looked stubborn and self-sacrificing, the perfect brave little martyr. My parents, who'd always favored Ava, made their decision immediately. They pointed at me, standing off to the side, watching the whole performance. "Ava grew up with us. She understands our world better than you do. She's the one who should marry into the Sterling fa

PHOENIX “Phoenix, I asked if your face hurts.” I blink a few times to clear whatever haze appeared in my eyes. My cheeks instantly flame when I see the look in his eyes. It is like he can see that he can see the dirty thoughts I’m having on my face.

That was exactly why she had stubbornly believed my injuries were nothing more than surface wounds. In her mind, it had only been a small lesson. How could something like that possibly lead to someone laying such a heavy hand on me? The officer’s face darkened. Without hesitation, he ordered his team to bring in the person Mom had named. The man’s name was Lenny Hill, a well-known street thug in the area. When they dragged him in, he didn’t look nervous at all. If anything, he seemed oddly composed, as if none of this concerned him.