Hunger Games Greasy Sae Novels & Stories

For God sake a man who was off limits. “I-I I’ll be r-right back.” I stuttered. Elisa and Mattia nodded. Zeus blankly gazed at me. Not bothering to return the eye contact, I turned around and hastily walked off too the sweets area. I sighed. Sitting on one of the seats I grabbed a delicious looking pastry. It was calling out to me. I know baby, mama’s here now. “Talking to a pastry now?” My head whipped around and I saw a boy who looked very similar too Zeus but his eyes were green. “Uh...”

And that other hair too. That other hair… Sasha immediately looked away from their middle, hoping they wouldn't catch her blushing. Perhaps it’s an obvious reaction to two almost-naked Betas, or perhaps it’s because she just woke up. Beta Giro cleared his throat, hoisting the frying pan that undoubtedly is burned as shit. “Pancakes?” “No, thank you.” Sasha courteously declined. Beta Razel grinned at her, then to Beta Giro. The latter smacking his head.

I can tell she is angry or worried about something, given how she is looking at the few children who are playing behind the store area we were currently at, I guess her anger was directed at the city. Who will blame her though? The children appearance says it all. Their thin shrivelled bodies move with such slow pace as one throws a pebble into a little hole the others must have made, the movement is almost painful. Another goes to inspect the throw, rubbing his flat chest that holds his ribs which are almost bulging out of his skin, as he moves with the same slow space as the others. As he advances, I steal my eyes away not wanting to feed my sight with the pain. "The sooner we make the tea

Shaking my head at my pathetic boss, I headed toward the table Sarah had left the customers. I have to admit that my steps faltered as I got a look at the five guys at table ten. They looked like they'd stepped out of a scene from 'The Godfather.' I mean, who wears suits to a rundown restaurant on the wrong side of town on a weekday? Especially since the food was a step away from food poisoning on a platter, with the specialty being greasy, green-tinged sausages and soggy, over-cooked pasta.

Sasha’s POV __________________________________ “Yo, Sasha, you babysitting Levin Junior now?” Darren’s voice cuts through the chaos of Crescent High’s cafeteria like a thrown knife, sharp and mocking. He’s sprawled at a table with his crew, his slicked-back hair gleaming under the flickering fluorescents, a smirk plastered on his face. The air’s thick with the smell of greasy fries and spilled soda, trays clattering as kids shove past each other. My knife’s tucked in my boot, a cold reminder of who I am—a hunter, trained to spot monsters in places like this. But right now, my eyes are on Jerry, sitting across from me, his shoulders hunched, his fork stabbing at a pile of untouched mashed pot

“Do you want me to spoon feed you like an injured pup in front of the Beta?” Kade’s mouth twitched. Draven’s eyes went flat. “I will throw you out a window.” “Uh-huh,” Greta said. “Open.” Draven snarled but he opened his mouth anyway. Greta shoved the spoon in. He glared at her while he swallowed. It wasn’t hunger, not really, not the way his body used to eat after a hunt, tearing into meat like a beast. It was mechanical. Bitter. Ugly. Dry. Swallow. Again. Again.

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He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

Gia grumbled, reluctantly feeding him spoonfuls of soup. Raven smiled—a warm, radiant smile that poets might liken to the morning sun. Gia, however, kept her head down, focusing on the soup as she tried to ignore Raven’s unblinking gaze. “Stop staring at me!” Gia snapped, annoyed. “I’ve missed you, Haze.” "Are you insane? We just had dinner together yesterday.” "Strange, isn’t it? But it’s true.” "Just eat and stop thinking nonsense!” Gia barked. “Repeat it!”

A wall of sticky flesh rises from the ground, blocking us off from Renna, Therin, and Liora. The floor liquefies, dragging us down to our knees in thick, sticky crimson. Dax screams, flailing. “It’s pulling me under!” Kael grabs him, yanking him free with a snarl. The blood sucks greedily at our boots, at our legs, but we crawl through, slipping and gasping. When we collapse onto solid ground again, we’re covered in gore. The smell is unbearable. Maeven retches quietly beside me, and Elyra cusses under her breath.