Hunger Games Greasy Sae Novels & Stories

Come on dear for heaven's sake you have to stop being a fucking nerd, Cassie retorted helping her pass through the crowd of sweaty individuals making it to the bar . And does that mean that l have to take wine, just like a real nerd Rinna asked. Of course, Cassie shrugged getting the two glasses of wine she had ordered. Okay , Rinna shrugging her shoulders and after she closing her eyes as tight as she could she then gulped down the wine at ago. Oh crumbs the feeling was so harsh against her throat and her tongue seemed to burn.

A billionaire, a hacker, an accountant, a giant bodyguard, a scientist father, a mother who knew too many secrets, and a little girl who could talk to drones. And Grogg. The Rat King sat on a stack of encyclopedias so he could reach the table. He was holding a fork with delicate precision in his scarred, clawed hands. He took a bite of Hailey’s burnt concoction. His eyes widened. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste of burnt chemical preservatives. "It is..." Grogg’s voice was raspy, filled with emotion. "Warm." He looked around the table, his beady eyes shimmering. "In the tunnels... meat is cold. Meat fights back. This... this is a king’s feast."

Sage whispers looking down at her lap. " Look what I've got for you." he chuckles, taking out a packet of sour worms from his pocket. " This is for you." he smiles handing her the packet. Sage looks at Shawn who was all red in anger but was containing himself because of her. Shawn's nostrils flare in anger at Hades before he nods at Sage, she opens the packet and slowly puts a sour worm in her mouth as Hades stares at her like a creep.

Ginger rusted forward in a blink of an eye, scooped the oilless rice on the spoon and shoved it down Satera's opened mouth. “Arrgghhhh” Satera screamed and quickly vomited the rice but her mouth and her insides were on fire already. “Water…water…please” She stuttered as she widened her mouth to get in some sir. Her eyes watered uncontrollably and her throat hurt badly. “Swallow your saliva, sister. It's heavenly water afterall” Mae chuckled humourlessly. “Bastard” Ginger spat. “Let's go girls” Elvira said and led the way out.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

he ask “Abaddon. And I want your body” he said with a tilted face “Excuse me?” Abaddon opens his mouth wide as locusts and flying insects swarm out from his mouth, nose, ears and within seconds the gym is flooded with man eating insects. The insects bite and penetrate men and women in the gym eating them from inside, sparing only Jace, The Gym Instructor

The van's rear doors slammed shut with a metallic finality, sealing Grey and Lisa inside a dim cavity that smelled of motor oil and stale takeout. Maya didn't wait for pleasantries; she floored the accelerator, the vehicle lurching over the rutted service road like a beast shaken awake. Through the barred rear window, Grey watched the trestle recede, its rusted beams gnawing at the sky.

Eat your pathetic meal, Singhania. Your absolute servitude actively resumes tomorrow morning. The heavy silver platter aggressively gleamed in the harsh, blinding beam of her high-powered flashlight, violently highlighting the absolute, sickening cruelty of her offering. Aryan weakly dragged his heavily bloodshot, tearing eyes completely downward. Resting entirely on the pristine, highly polished silver surface was a horrific, deeply insulting pile of rotting, putrid kitchen scraps—moldy bread crusts, completely blackened vegetable peels, and a heavily chewed, completely bare chicken bone actively floating in a tiny pool of freezing, dirty dishwater. It was literal garbage, explicitly gather

Raina answered brightly, “Cayenne pepper, Mr. Vexley. You wouldn’t get it—Gale’s body is too weak right now. He needs something nourishing and full of energy. This stuff is perfect.” Cayenne pepper… nourishing? Leif pressed two fingers to his forehead in disbelief. He pointed again, this time at something dark red and slightly charred. “And this?” Raina’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a ghost pepper. Different variety. Different effect. It’s the spiciest one I could find—specially picked for Gale.” ***

He wasn’t just grounding the strike; he was devouring it. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The sound of Kael’s quartz skin splintering under the voltage was a physical knife in my own ribs. Through the link, I smelled it: scorched leather, ozone, and the horrific, sweet scent of silver mercury boiling inside his veins. Then, the world slammed back into focus. The APC’s roof was a glowing, molten ring of slag. The electronics were dead, the cabin filled with the acrid stench of fried hardware and the terrified, stuffy-nosed weeping of the fifteen children huddled in the rear.