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

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 same with Gwenny, Alden was also incompliant. "Okay, Alden, enough!" I had to stop him before Gwenny would throw her purse at him again. "We're here. Park the car first and go with us inside!" "Yes, President!" Alden politely responded while parking my Tesla in the basement. . "Desmond, Gwenny! You're just in time!" Adrian's excited voice immediately boomed to the whole apartment. "I've cooked your favorite, Guinevere. Steak with lots and lots of garlic!" he proudly said to his daughter who still seemed to have seen a ghost. Adrian was wearing an apron and a chef's hat smiling sweetly to a daughter who just sighed and went straight to her room.

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.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

She expressed her dissatisfaction dramatically. "Tss, you brat," Zeeve responded. “You didn't finish your lunch, did you?" Zeeve added while glancing at her. "I ate it, but it was three hours ago. Without a doubt, it had most likely been digested by this time,” she continued to complain louder while gripping her stomach in a dramatic manner. Zeeve looked at me as if he were requesting my permission. "Would that be acceptable to you?" "Yes, I was hungry as well. Don't be concerned; I'm not bothered,” Zeeve nodded, and Zeiara smiled triumphantly.

Chapter 18 - Kill, Show Us Blood With a surge of defiance, Georgia’s eyes flared, and she focused on the tray of instruments. To the shock of the men in the room, the tray lifted into the air, hovering as if guided by invisible hands. Their eyes widened in terror as the syringe filled with Soulbane hovered dangerously close to one of their necks.

Lena stumbled back as the first of the dead pulled itself free, hollow eyes glowing with unnatural green Lena's breath hitched as more skeletal figures emerged, their bodies wrapped in tattered remnants of what might have once been armor or ceremonial robes. The green fire in their hollow eyes pulsed in time with the Rift's energy inside her, a silent call that sent an unnatural chill down her spine.