Hunger Games Maysilee Novels & Stories

Helen said, "What is something you are good at?" "I'm not good at anything except for combat." Mayari replied. "Well, think of your favorite weapon." Helen smiled. "Just imagine it in a form of ice." Mayari nodded as she face the wet grass beneath her and tried again. "Pardon my intrusion, Miss Helen." A freckled maid in her twenties with dark ginger hair and verdant green eyes suddenly interrupted. Mayari stopped before she could begin, and watched as the red head maiden approached Helen in a hurry. "What is it, Lissy?" Helen asked.

All of us turned to the source of the voice all at once, and my eyes landed on Maya. Maya Saeed, the queen bee of Crescent High. The crowd parted for her as she made her way towards us. Her brown skin glowed, and I wasn’t sure if it was the highlighter or if the glow came to her naturally. Her silver nose ring caught the cafeteria lights just right. Her dark ringlets were knotted into a bun atop her, so immaculately perfect, it made my fingers itch. “Are you in the mood for a harassment charge today, or is it a new way for you to establish authority?” She asked, eyes dropping down to where Grayson’s fingers were still closed around my wrist.

I locked the door of the house feeling like crap, went to the counter and opened the bag, in it there was a ticket card so I could use public transport, and there were some groceries, some meat, bread, cheese, canned beans and a bottle of milk, enough for at least a week without going hungry, I spotted a pot of yogurt and that was the end of me, I started crying again, opening the pot and devouring it with a pleasure that I had forgotten what it was like. How long had it been since I last drank a miserable yogurt? I opened the can of beans to eat, I was hungry, I hadn't eaten all day, I took out all the food and put it in the cupboard, feeling how miserable I was, even without meaning to Bob

There was a whole wooden block surrounding me with zero peeping spaces. “... Yeah, my stomach hurts so bad.” She continued. Oh! So that was the foul smell. Rebecca’s upset stomach from tacos. “No, I will be okay.” Then it sounded like she had ended the phone call. The foul smell came creeping back in, and that time, I was so close to barfing behind the shelf. Suddenly, I heard chairs being pushed and then footsteps. “Maid!” she yelled as she left the office.

“We’re jobless. Of course, we’re enjoying ourselves.” Barbara hit a ball into the hole and stood up to retort, “I’m not like you. I have enough money even though I’m jobless.” Ryleigh was rendered speechless. Maisie took the cue that Barbara handed to her, walked to the table, and got balls 7 and 12 into the pockets. “Ryleigh, I’m here to see you.” Ryleigh stopped what she was doing. “Why?” Maisie didn’t speak. Barbara teased, “Did Xyla do something again?”

Behold, the bubbly girl stood there, holding a large tray. “Wow, you slept for hours!” May exclaimed, scuttling forward. She sat beside her and dropped the tray on the bedside table. “I hope you're hungry, Young Miss. These are all your favorite meals.” Huh? When did the maid come back? How did she even return? And how did Haley end up in this home? Wasn't she supposed to be at Liam's Villa? If her encounter with Liam was a dream, she was supposed to be at the mansion, right?

“I walk around like someone who has to live with grief but who gets jealous because their family didn’t die?---Only Zelda.” When I said that, she didn’t have a comeback. *** The gym filled up with solemn music as kids handed out flyers to parents and guardians. Teachers stood at different spots for donations to the town memorial fund. Older people who fought in the war gave speeches and got somber nods. It was my turn to speak, my heart hammered and my fingers clenched around the paper. When I opened my mouth to speak, it wasn’t the words they had given me. “My name is Maya,” I said. “Some of you know me as the girl who lost her parents in the Blood War. Some of you know me as the girl the H

Maya didn't hesitate, sprinting down the stairs as fast as she could. She could hear Agent Ross and Director Pierce shouting behind her, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Maya knew she had to keep moving. She burst through the door at the bottom of the stairwell, slamming it shut behind her. She found herself in a dark, deserted alleyway, the walls looming above her. Maya didn't hesitate, sprinting down the alleyway as fast as she could. She could hear Agent Ross and Director Pierce shouting behind her, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

) and now they were weaving through tables packed with students from every faction she’d seen so far sirens singing low harmonies in one corner, witches passing notes written in glowing ink, even a few kids with wings folded tight against their backs. “Over here!” Zara called, waving from a table tucked near a window. Elara was already there, elbow deep in a bowl of spaghetti, while Leo was picking through a salad like he was looking for something hidden under the lettuce. Maya slid into the bench next to Elara, who looked up with a sheepish grin …there was a streak of marinara sauce on her cheek. “Not my fault this time!” Elara said, as if Maya had asked. “The pasta’s enchanted ….it keeps t