Hunger Games Mags Novels & Stories

Her talon nails longer than ever and the flames in her eyes dancing about with so much fury that her gaze alone could burn the life out of a person. "You dare to play me! "Madre screams as she moves under a second to Rachel's front. "Ma... Mader, please... "Rachel begs as she knows her explanations are of no use. Madre won't believe her. Indeed fate has turned the tables on her. Madre stabs her talon nails into Rachel's stomach and Rachel Gasps as Mader twists the long nails in Rachel's stomach. Mader digs her hand deeper till she's wrist deep in Rachel's stomach and Rachels pupils shrink as blood gushes out her mouth.

We still grab a meal together from time to time. Among the four of us, the oldest, Edgar Maguire, was unassuming and kind. He always looked out for us, and we treated him like an older brother. He came from a village and was an orphan that the whole community helped raise. He studied hard, and whenever he had time, he took on part-time jobs to save up for tuition and living expenses. When we were interning, he was the first to land an offer. But the good times didn't last. Three days ago, Edgar was murdered in his apartment. The killer still hasn't been found.

Fortunately, the first weeks were characterized by the start of school and thus, messy weeks. Picking up books, buying school supply’s at the last minute, meet the teachers and classmates and learn the class schedules. The blood moon ceremony still fell in a fairly quiet period. Maddie was happy, because she found it difficult, with so much energy and knowledge, to walk around the school of her ordinary life. With the tree magic, insight her, she felt, compared to her classmates, like an old fossil. She and Raven were together as much as they could. They enjoyed each other, slept together every night, and faithfully took the anti-love elixir, which no longer was affected by Maddie her magic

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

She grinned at me, and I stared at her, wondering how many 'important bits' there were in a superhero action movie. She laughed softly as Lucas started it again, turning the volume up a little, "Don't worry, you'll see," she said, before falling quiet again. I watched with a little more curiosity this time, and Luca paused it a while later, as Maggie, with some helpers, brought up plates loaded with food and jugs of drink. Jess handed me a whole plate of loaded nachos, "Try these, Maggie makes the best!" she said, and I did, my eyes going wide as the flavours filled my mouth.

About me? "Excuse me! In my defense, I can't remember anything that happened to me here. So, forgive me if I can't remember you, Ms.?!" I stood straight in front of her, defending my honor... at least. I had no idea, but I thought I saw the image of my unknown mother in her. I felt scared a tad bit. The scary feeling of a disobedient son to his loving and strict mom. "Hmp! Apology accepted, Thorin. You even forgot my name. I am Magenta. You usually called me Mommy Maggie before, and you like raw meat a lot. You were a carnivore Thorin. You're very mischievous, too!"

“Let us not worry about which child eats what. It hardly matters. They’re women who have their wolves already. I’m sure food is the least of their problems. You’ve come here all the way from Silver Moon pack; please let us resume our festivities.” At his Alpha command, the orchestra resumed its music, and the officials turned away. With the attention away from us, Maggie grabbed my wrist tightly. She was trembling, her face completely red. “You knew, didn’t you!” She spat angrily. “You planned to embarrass me!” She was shaking, her eyes shiny with tears. My heart twinged, and I felt a bit sorry for her. I was going to apologize when Mina’s irritated voice came from behind Maggie. “Oh, please

I glared at him, or at least tried to, since I wanted to break the silence and distract his intense gaze from me. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Oh? It's my big ego now? If I remember correctly, and I do, there was also your pride involved, Ms. Evelyn White. So as far as pride and egos are concerned, I'd say neither of us is the better one. And as for feeling bad about Maggs, don't. Maggs makes more than enough with the restaurant and she has one more outside the town that she runs from here with occasional visits by her and her husband, Peter.

I'd seen her and shrank back around a corner, trembling as I'd clutched at the wall, silently begging it to open up and swallow me whole, mould me into the brick and cement and hold me there so I didn't have to face her ever again. It was her who recoiled this time. 'Hello, mum,' I said, cheerfully. Maggie Brogan, my nemesis, my own personal demon, my mother, shrank back, curling inwards as if she'd been punched, as she looked in turn at the three people she'd found on her doorstep. 'Who the fuck is it, Mags? Tell them to piss off,' a slurred voice called out. I'd have recognised that voice anywhere.

Almost immediately Lady Martha told the housekeeper to call Panashe, the silence was horrid as they waited for Panashe, a little over ten minutes, she entered the room. Milton gave her a disgusting sneer. It was as if when she entered, she brought a contagious plague. Standing in her corner, the lawyer then asked her to sit. "Excuse me? Mr. McGowan she is coming from the plantations and she most probably has lice. It's best she stand—" "Shut up, Milton!" William cursed. "Sit down dear." Lady Martha assures her even with the eye, Master Milton had as if he wanted to strangle her to death. The long exhausting instructions and expectancy's were read out.