Hunger Games Mags の小説・ストーリー

The president felt herself falling back onto her crazy theory of believing she was a fictional character in some little boy’s comic book. “I don’t know why I love this video so much.” Jenatrix broke the eerie silence by commenting on a music video she was watching on her phone. “I love Megan Thee Stallion in this video. She’s one crazy-ass bitch. It’s a shame she died a long time ago.” Jenatrix giggled while reaching for her purse, which sat in the seat next to her. Nothing but silence came from President Chang, Kevin, and Charles. The wife, husband, and son never said a word to Jenatrix, who kept cackling and talking to herself. “I would love to have Megan’s ass. She’s got a big ass, and I

He started moving closer to the food, it’s been a long he had such well-garnished food and the aroma coming from the food was too delicious to be ignored. So he picked up the food, and as he was about to swallow it, the food turned into maggots seconds before it entered his mouth. As he got scared and tried to throw the maggot away, one of the maggots sucked through his palms and when he woke up from the vision, he could see a hole in his palms, bleeding profusely. Another warrior was at the same time seeing a keg of well-prepared palm wine, his throat began scratching as he could already see himself gulping the wine.

She was calling me a rogue with no roots. "Isla is so right!" Elena chimed in immediately. "Who knows what side effects come with magic from a questionable source!" A chill went down my spine. When I was saving their pack time and time again, Damian had called me an "angel sent by the Moon Goddess." Now, to make room for Isla, I was a "questionable source." It was time for dinner. I started to take my seat next to Damian, but Isla was already there. "Oh, I'm sorry," Isla stood up, pretending to offer me the seat, but her eyes glinted with defiance. "I didn't know this was your spot."

Hildegarde licked her lips and said. “That the tournament is more than it appears on the surface?” Mane asked. “Yes,” Hildegarde yawned and said. “Well, the commentator called Maggie is a Lion – a Predator that has been missing for the past few decades. Steel Fist has the aura of an Eagle – also a rare Predator. And there seems to be some bad blood between the teams that transcends a simple competition.” Mane stated with narrowed eyes.

A code 561 was always the one I hated the most, a missing child. When we arrived at the meeting place there was already a large crowd ready to help search. I could see the mother of the child crying and huddled close to her husband as I walked over. The manager of the resort saw us walking over and flagged for us to come to him. "Matto, the child is a young girl named Kerry. She is six years old with long blond hair and she is wearing a pink snowsuit. She was last seen in this area playing near the trees there." He pointed to the tree line in front of us.

I was a little afraid she might burn the school to the ground, but Maggie had left her in the care of Mage Jaye herself, so at least it would be the head of the council who would be responsible to make sure that everyone didn’t end up charred by the new charge. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with her,” I said to Maggie. “She is probably the strangest person I’ve ever met.” “Yeah, me, too,” she said. “And I’ve met a lot of people. She doesn’t really talk. She doesn’t let go of me, like ever. And whenever she gets upset, she flips out. I can’t tell if she is just a strange girl who happens to be a mage or if it’s because she’s a mage that she’s so strange. I don’t think it’s the latter. I mean, I’

Maggi eagerly took the tray of food from Margret's hands and exclaimed, "I'll eat quickly so we can go see him!" However, Margret couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she watched Maggi devour her meal, leaving oil stains on her lips and disregarding any sense of etiquette. "I'm finished! Let's go," Maggi declared with a mouthful of food. "You haven't even had any water," Margret pointed out, gesturing towards the untouched glass. Maggi hurriedly gulped down the water, almost choking in the process. "Okay, now can we go?" Maggi asked impatiently.

It was virtually impossible to be fat as a werewolf. I heard someone moving in the hallway, making me turn to see who was there. I saw Maggie’s face appear in the window of the door. I shot up, nearly tripping over my feet. I was so fast, “Mags!” I beamed, “What are you doing down here? I thought Alexander said you guys couldn’t be down here.” She smiled back at me, “I know- but I had to make sure you’re ok. You’re like my kid, ya know?” I laughed, “I know, I know. Don’t worry about me. I’m ok. Alexander is taking care of me. I’m comfortable down here anyway. I got a tv to keep me company when he’s gone.”

ges to a ridiculous amount. Kiara manages to eat more than any of us and I watch Logan lead her back to the table where Maggie laid everything out at least three times to refill her plate. Maggie says she spent the morning preparing all this but I’m fairly sure that she must have started on this array last night because this is so much food for one person to make alone, even with Logan’s extra set of hands helping out. “So, how are things going living with your Shifter boy?” Maggie asks conversationally, causing me to choke on the brownie I had just taken a bite of. Something about her tone tells me that her intention is to tease me and I just know I’m going to make it entirely too easy for

"He is, indeed. Former Special Forces, very physical, if you know what I mean." Tali turned to her, wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh, I do, Mags. I really, really do." Everyone but Arkady laughed. Stick in the mud. Finally pulling up to the house, we unloaded and rushed to the door. Maggie pushed to the front, keyed in her code. "Come on in. It's crazy freezing out there and they know I'm coming in." She waved us all in. "Mags! Is that you?" Willow called from the depths of the house.