Hunger Games Monkeys Novels & Stories

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

“So, Hunger is the name of that lizard.” The familiar voice that she dreaded to hear appeared at her side. The man was sporting his signature malicious grin with a sharp pair of eyes. His well-carved eyebrows were slightly raised as if he was mocking her. H-How? On reflex, Cent took a drastic step backward. The distress signal was being sent to her familiar and her Slaughter butterflies. A flock of flesh-eating butterflies gathered around her and Hunger let out a ground-shattering roar – its head turned towards her direction. But all of these did not stop Cent from tripping over, the fall was inevitable for her.

Several other little monkeys hopped along next to the bikes, and after circling the stage once, they all climbed up to face us. “I still feel scared,” Hannah whispered. “These are the famous Merry Monkeys, coming to you all the way from the deepest reaches of Lukoslavia!” the unicyclist called out. “I don’t think that’s a real place,” I said quietly. Hannah shrugged, as the monkeys climbed onto one another, making a monkey tower that reached at least six feet. The man stepped back and began tossing rings to the monkey at the top of the tower, who caught each one and passed it down to his buddies. Each monkey stuck out a leg or an arm, letting the little rings dangle from the extended appenda

Monkey had just zipped past the crosswalk at the intersection when a line of little kids, probably first or second graders, started crossing the street, their teachers leading the way. Helma tripped, and that was when she caught Monkey giving her a death stare, his finger pointed at one of the kids. She glimpsed something dangerous in his sleeve—a hidden arrow. The look in Monkey's eyes screamed 'threat,' and Helma froze right where she stood. Monkey spun on his heel and took off running again, vanishing around the corner of another street in no time. Helma was left standing there, an icy fear gripping her. Ethan's crew had tracked her down! Monkey was Ethan's lackey, and if Ethan had sent h

This time aiming for Noa. He ducked one, rolled under another, grabbed Rook and shoved him toward the corner. “Stay there. No matter what you hear. Don’t move.” Rook nodded, shaking, huddling small. Eve’s voice dripped venom. “You’re ruining my game.” “I’m flipping the board.” The ceiling opened again. Another drop. This time guns. Two mechanical arms lowered from the ceiling, tracking movement. Eve’s voice: “You kill. Or be killed.”

Her face snaps to the side with a cry. Let’s see how Gerald likes watching his whore become a vampire’s plaything. I smirk and stride out of the cell, heading to prepare for tonight’s feast. *** Minutes later, I’m seated in my grand atrium, surrounded by my male kin, every vampire birthed by our line. The humans, captives, stand trembling in the center. Above us, the open atrium roof reveals the moonlight. Fitting. Tonight, I will feast on Gerald’s whore and his household beneath the gaze of the Luna goddess herself.

Yet the guy had always never given her face. Tsk…poor thing. “You seem to be so interested. Why don't you ask Malfoy to go with you to the banquet?” Lena said beside me, and I couldn't help but stifle the chuckle that almost escaped my lips when I saw Livia's face. “You–even if you can attend the banquet due to your family, can you say the same for the ugly duckling? I'll eat dust if she attends,” Livia fumed, and I only shrugged my shoulders. Perhaps she'll indeed eat dust.

assistant"> With that, she pulled Lucas over to Monkey, who was busy stir-frying. Monkey held a wooden spatula with practiced ease, flipping the meat rapidly in the stone pot, occasionally adding a pinch of salt and some unknown powder. Soon, a rich aroma of meat rose from the pot—layered with a faint but distinct freshness. Curious, Clar asked, “Monkey, what did you just add into the pot?” Mabel, seeing Clar watching so intently, walked over proudly and introduced,

Aah! They chattered even louder as soon as they saw the large stock of cooked, nicely scented meat. Wilson could clearly see the monkeys in front drooling. They moved quickly and tried to snatch the slabs of meat from right beside him. Wilson was infuriated and kicked their hairy hands away. How dare they drool and then try to take his hard work like he did not exist? Could they not see him lying down there? "How disrespectful!" He said spitefully at the monkeys that tried to snatch the product of his day-long chore. He faced the biggest monkey that seemed to be in control.

my voice was quivering. “No, they are not,” she said gravely, “On certain days, the temple feeds them with kheer; they are here for that; moreover monkeys don’t eat humans. Just ignore them.” This was not true to her nature, but as it was not the occasion or the stage to stand and mull over the complexity of her nature, I pushed her to the front and tried to hide behind. Seeing more of my grandfathers there, I jumped back, only to retreat hastily.