Hunger Games Foxface 소설 & 이야기

“That takes skill and courage. Exactly the qualities I’m looking for in a Luna.” I opened my mouth to protest, but Alexander was already walking away. A moment later, a medic appeared to tend to my wounds. A few hours later, as the sun was setting, they served dinner to the remaining contestants. The rabbits that had been caught during the hunt were roasted on a spit and served alongside other delicious-looking dishes, but I had no appetite. I was too busy pouting and ignoring Sophia’s look of utter hatred from across the way.

“Pleased to make your fine acquaintance Miss Katniss.” Ludale said with his hand still extended for a handshake. Katniss stared him down from head to toe with disgust vividly expressed on her face. She fixed her gaze firmly on that extended hand of his for a few seconds before looking up at his face again.

Dynasty said, but the hunger in her eyes remained as she gazed upon the remaining meals. “Have you always been a large eater?” Blake asked, leaving the remaining dishes for her. “No, I haven’t. It’s strange, but when I see the food, it entices me to try them.” Dynasty said, laying more ribs on her plate. “You know that’s fox ribs,” Blake said suddenly. Making Dynasty throw the plate away in disgust. “What are you a cannibal?” Dynasty stated, looking at the remainder of the ribs. “As I suspected. Fox, is Dynasty fine?” Blake asked.

Her face was pale. “Are you alright?” “I am feeling a little queasy, but it’s alright.” “Okay, just tell us when you can’t hold it anymore.” “Hmm.” Instead of eating the food on the table, Lumara took out her own bag of fruits and ate that. Lumara turned to Snow and said, “Hey, fox.” Snow gritted her teeth, “Who are you calling fox?” “Then you can call me phoenix.” “No, I’ll call you birdie.”

Not when Madam Rachel’s warning still echoed in my head about disrespecting their Alpha. Instead, I simply nodded, offering nothing more. Daxton was already slicing into a roasted cherry tomato, slow and neat, chewing without concern. I picked up my fork, grateful for the silence at last. The greens on my plate blurred slightly. I went for the chicken instead, cutting a small piece and lifting it to my mouth. But just before I could take a bite, He stabbed another piece of tomato, glanced sideways at me, and spoke with casual ease. "How did you get that scar on your face?"

A hand wrapped around my wrist—cool, elegant, unhurried—and I was pulled back behind the veil like a prop whose scene was over. My feet stumbled. I was weightless. Then I was spun gently, and I came face to face with her. The Fox. Her mask was off now, hanging from her fingers by a thin silver ribbon. And god—she was even more devastating without it. That black hair like a waterfall, sleek and shining. Black eyes under heavy lids, lashes thick, lazy, ringed with dark eyebags that made her look like she hadn’t slept in centuries. A beauty mark sat right above the left curve of her lip like a painted-on sin.

I opened the lunch and parted my lips, but before I could explain, a whiff I had been accustomed to in the past suddenly invaded my nose strongly. My eyes landed on the lunchbox in shock. At that moment, I realized something: the meal had been poisoned! Fox took steps towards me and leaned forward to take a closer look. Immediately, her expression changes. “The spoon. The Lunchbox. Has been poisoned. Miss your hand." Fox gasped and covered her lips in shock. Hearing Fox’s words made me blink. I took a look at my hands, and I saw that they had turned dark. I stared at my hands in a stupor, but in the next second, my lips curled up. Such a cheap poison. If this was meant to kill me, then it fa

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

“Sorry, he’s mine.” I swear that every time he heard that, his mood skyrocketed. He still did his morning ab workouts on the balcony, but I wasn’t out there doing any core exercises anymore. Instead, I was in the kitchen, studying recipes like my life depended on it. A god of wealth like him needed to be treated right. “What do fox faes usually eat?” I muttered. “Rabbit? Chicken? Probably not vegetables, right?” But the chicken was so damn hard to chop. One wrong angle and I sliced my finger open.

I looked at Pasha and approached him. - I will not live with the bumpkins in the same house! - Kitty shouted and threw an evil look at the table where the keys to the apartment lay. “What difference does it make to you, you’re a lesbian,” Fox snorted, picking up a bunch of keys. And everyone else here is gay. “Hmm, the little one will not be timid at all” The face of the guy immediately turned out to be the muzzle of a gun. “It’s very scary,” the Fox quipped, ostentatiously pushing the muzzle away from his temple with his finger.