Hunger Games Greasy Sae Novels & Stories

Mike's big hand covered mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Incarnation of Gaea, do you think you can stand against me?” The old God asked, his breath stinking like rot and decay, I could see black flecks spraying from his mouth with his words. “I think we can,” I said, my eyes narrowing on his expanse of sliding flesh. The skin on his body, if you could call it that, was still peeling and falling off with a glopping sort of splat when it hit the ground. I saw Zach’s nose wrinkle as he eyed the offending pile of flesh and Lance cringed at the stink. Perses lifted his head to the sky, his neck making loud crunching sounds as the bones ground together. Like I said, she clearly had really q

On each side of the arena were massive, waist-high cast-iron pots, each resting over a roaring stone hearth. “Look at the size of those,” Sasha exclaimed, her eyes widening. She smiled brightly, looking truly excited. “I have always watched others cooking during these competitions, but I have never joined them.” “Good that you are cooking now, because we are going to be crushing you according to your team name,” Elara responded, bumping her fists before bursting into laughter. Sasha scoffed. “Oh, you wish. This victory is ours.” I rolled my eyes, blocking the rest of their banter from my head, and focused on our own station. Huge wooden crates were stacked high, overflowing with the ingredie

Then scampered away. “Did he say spaghetti?” Gia asked happily, with a big grin on her face as her stomach grumbled. I looked in resignation and whispered, “Oh boy,” as I noticed Ari was still staring after the odd creature. “Is that lust I see in your eyes?” Gia joked as Frey, Tyr and I laughed hysterically, and Ari turned red. In a defensive tone, Ari rebutted, “No! that’s gross, I just want to know why he’s rhyming. I’m not into little green men.”

The scent of sautéed onions, fresh tomatoes, and seasoned beef wafted through the air, making everyone’s mouth water. Sandra took a deep breath, her eyes widening. "Wow, Emily, this smells even better than usual!" Kelly slowly opened her plate, expecting a sweeter aroma, only to behold her nightmare. As the lid came off, a thick, yellowish steam erupted from the dish, carrying the pungent scent of fishy cod liver oil and fermented shrimp. The noodles looked like a pile of tangled, grayish worms soaked in a muddy, dark red sauce. Kelly’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated horror.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Chapter three Iris' POV Delicious throat fuck~ ... I could now feel him getting bigger in my mouth. And I knew what that meant. Daddy was about to bless my properly-fucked throat with his hot load of cum. Thinking of that, my cunt throbbed even more. Hell, my panties were already soaked with my juices. I couldn't wait to spread my legs for him and have him eat out my sugar pussy, bringing me to orgasm. "Fuck, Iris, I'm going to come," he grunted, thrusting faster, his cock's head ruthlessly slamming against my throat, tears flowing down my cheeks from the discomfort as I made gagging sounds that only seemed to motivate him to fuck me even deeper.

The room felt heavy, like frost had settled over it. It wasn’t cold inside, but a chill still crept over me. On the screen, a photo of a white car gleamed under the light. It was parked right outside International Elementary. The angle caught the exact moment I bent down to pick up a child, even the last digits of the license plate crystal clear. The intern, Winnie Taylor, leaned forward with both hands braced against the table. Her young face was practically glowing with the thrill of “standing up for justice” on behalf of the company. She stared at me as if she’d just caught a rat stealing cheese.

MEI LING POV The lower winch tunnel was a sewer of hot grease. It didn’t smell like the epic, tragic battlefield the author described in the original chapters of Moonborn Fate. It smelled like a kitchen fire. The lard stores directly above us must have caught, because thick, yellow fat was dripping through the floorboards, mixing with the soot until the air felt like wet wool in my throat. Every breath tasted like raw salt.

“I take the challenge so bring whatever you can think of and I'll come on top beating you to your game. Let's see who wins this war.” He would be disappointed that all he has been doing to make me weak only makes me stronger he won't expect the surprise. “Alpha bloody Hades your days are numbered and a day will come that you will have no choice but to kiss my toes.” I put the scroll into my pocket and faced the tray as the aroma hit my nose. A grumbling hungry sound banged in my stomach and not to waste time I got rid of the lid and saw rice puddings, vegetable stew, pork, and baked fries.