Hunger Games Greasy Sae Novels & Stories

“It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.” “Oh? Is that a promise or a threat? Because if it’s a promise, I need to know if I should fix my hair,” Lila shot back, her eyes sparkling with that unpredictable fire that made Asher want to either kiss her or lock her in a room so the world couldn't touch her. Or both. Preferably both. “Asher, what the hell is this?” The voice came from the shadows. Snake, a guy with more tattoos than skin, stepped forward, flanked by two other Reapers. They looked Lila up and down with the kind of skepticism usually reserved for a vegan at a steakhouse.

I take a seat, and cut into it slowly, savoring the richness on my tongue. The irony isn’t lost on me. Sareena’s starving in our bedroom. Hasn’t eaten in days. Still too proud to come to the table and too broken to fight back. She is withering away while I enjoy every bite. Let her. She wanted to play games. This is how I end them. “Can someone bring me more horse r****h?” ———

“Smells like arson and secrets.” Dante pours himself whiskey. “And Whiskey. My favorite combination.” I hand Sasha the test. She squeals so loud that we all wince. “Shut up! A mini-Grant?” Dante grins. “Or a mini-Lila. God help us.” Ethan rolls his eyes. “It’s early. Could be nothing.” Sasha waves him off. “Could be everything. I’m buying onesies. Gender-neutral, and Cashmere.” Dante raises his glass. “To tiny tyrants and terrorists.”

As soon as Idris’s heavy boots enter the dining room, his silver eyes see Jabari and Amara chewing happily on the market drumsticks. The entire wooden table is completely filled with unhealthy, greasy fast foods from the night market. "Daddy!" Shocked to his absolute bone, Jabari drops the chicken drumstick straight out of his paws when his eyes lock onto Idris’s stern face. Amara hangs her small head in deep guilt too, hiding her greasy fingers. Idris’s brow frowns slightly, his chest letting out an unhappy rumble as his mouth asks, "This trash grease is exactly what your paws are feeding my high-blood heirs tonight?"

*************** Aiden’s heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that drowns out the clinking of silverware and the low hum of aristocratic conversation. He watches Harris lift a spoonful of leafy greens, the vibrant dressing glistening under the chandelier lights. The poison is fast, invisible, a silent reaper waiting to strike. But it’s in the wrong bowl. Aiden’s muscles coil, tension snapping tight like a rubber band about to break. He lunges forward, his hand snapping out with blinding speed.

"Stop fighting it, Ezra. You're starving for it just like the rest of us." He let out a low, ragged groan, his hybrid ears pinning flat against his dark hair as he slid across the seat, his big body crowding me against the passenger door. His mouth came down onto mine with a sudden, desperate hunger that had no discipline left in it. It was a thick, wet, and heavy kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth to drink my sighs while his hands ripped at the hem of my shirt, wanting to touch the bare skin of my waist.

Winning mattered more. "Take the shortcut," Jeremiah said. "I dare you." Leaning back against the plush base of the sofa, he didn't even look at his controller. The scent of charred pork, fresh cilantro, and bright lime cut through the sterile, medicinal smell clinging to Athena's skin. Cardboard takeout boxes from the El Rey truck formed a chaotic barricade between them on the thick rug. "Shut up. I know what you’re trying to do." Athena jammed the drift button. Her digital kart skidded dangerously close to the edge of the rainbow-colored track.

" .......I will never dare call mommy childish again . " said Angelo with a sulky expression as he looked at the vegetables . " I can't eat broccoli . " said Damian . " Me too ! I don't like them at all . " said Angelo . " How childish.......Ask Alex , aren't these nutritious ? " said Antonio . " They are but I am too much of a hungry man for small plates like this . Being a surgeon requires me to eat more than others . " said Alex .

His cock was all veiny and fucking huge. Zoe was poor at description. Gael’s cock is thrice what she had described. Sasha licked the tip of his cock, and he groaned in pleasure. She bobbed up and down the cock, taking his whole length until she could feel it at the back of her throat. She gagged.