Hunger Games Maysilee Novels & Stories

She said. Mridula!!! Oh so she was Mridula!!! "But how? She bumped into me. I didn't!" I said. "Yuvi! What did you think of her? An Owl?!🦉That she'll be able to see in dark?!" She asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and asked,"What are you saying?"

At this moment she doesn’t have a choice. Making their way to the dining table. Kylo sits at the end of the table and for me and Maya we sit across each other. The kitchen staff brought out our plates of food and placed it in front of us. Mia sat and waited for Kylo and Maya to start eating before she even thought of touching her fork. Mia was so hungry, she waited patiently. “Mia, is it possible to continue our conversation from last night?” Kylo asked as he picked up his fork and stabbed the sausage lying on his plate.

It’s weird seeing Hecate wrapped up with three men and Selene with her mate, but they’re happy—and that’s all that matters. After what feels like a hundred hugs, Mikela calls out, “Freya and Nathan would like to invite everyone to take their seats for the meal.” We’re mid-convo with Tomas, Kaia, and Zoe when Mikela makes the announcement. Freya starts walking toward the table with them, but I tighten my grip on her waist and pull her back into me. Her hands press against my chest as I lean in and rest my forehead against hers. She giggles—and the sound tugs something deep inside me.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

I fear it will completely go out before Katniss comes back. There is bread by the wall from the last batch Katniss brought four days ago, so I pick it up and start eating. Gracious Elysia, I feel miserable. The bread tastes like a collaboration of sand and mud in my mouth. I wonder if Olivia is doing okay. Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

Sibel’s POV I couldn't believe my ears. How could Eileen, a ruthless bully, win this year's Werewolf Gold Award? The thought gnawed at me, echoing in my mind. Paul's announcement had left me stunned. Eileen, who found joy in bullying Omegas, had secured the prestigious award. It was unthinkable. How could someone who exploited and harmed others be recognized for excellence? Eileen's actions—her relentless torment of Jolie, her disdain for the weak, and her lack of empathy—made her entirely undeserving.

"Who is introducing 'Dead Air' into the stream? This is a 'Premium Event'! We cannot have narrative lag!" Maya, the former intern, stepped forward from the shadows of the South Wing. Her robe of "Pure Starlight" was flickering, her hazel eyes bright with a terminal resolve. She wasn't holding a tablet; she was holding a "Narrative Scalpel"—a tool used by the Architects to trim the fat from the scripts.

Mae felt oceans breathe somewhere far away. Darius Kelm crawled from the ruined tower with half his uniform burned and both hands shaking. He looked at Mae like she had stolen something from him, and maybe she had. She had stolen obedience, fear, and the illusion that power belonged to whoever built the biggest cage. Sethis’s shadows held him down before Ashar could turn him into ash. Jana Saye stepped from the freed crowd and stared at Mae with tears cutting paths through the dirt on her face.

As if the desire inside her had come rushing in like a flood, she rubbed her bottom against the chair, using that friction to fight the itch deep inside her. Maya had eaten so many oysters. It was no wonder she was uncomfortable. Her desperate and alluring expression made me feel as though I was being teased nonstop. I could barely sit still with such a beautiful and aroused woman right next to me. Just then, Maya grabbed my wrist and slipped it under her skirt. She lowered her head and said to me, "Mr. Hill, I'm feeling all hot and bothered. It's unbearable…" My heart skipped a beat. Her father was sitting right across from us!