Hunger Games Monkeys Novels & Stories

I knelt to the monkey, talking low, gentle, trying to keep my voice steady, despite my own raw nerves, Ella's condescending face still burning in my mind, her hand on Jayden seared there. The monkey was small, its coat a rich, shining brown, its gait a fast, quick one that didn't belong in the creepy woods. "Damn, that's a good one," Sarah whispered, her voice low and reverent, her eyes on the creature, its otherworldliness from the other animals of the woods a wonder to her.

He kept on kissing my neck and collarbone, nibbling ever so slightly with his teeth until the monkeys on the opposite bank started screeching loudly. We both pulled away to see the monkeys on the rocks whooping shrilly, looking at us. I couldn't figure out whether they were furious or they were just amused. But they almost seemed to have gritted teeth. I moved a little away from Asher not wanting to get them mad. But he was now ruffling his hair whilst glaring at the monkeys.

I am Kingsley the Monkey, and once she becomes my queen…] I couldn’t help but twitch a little at his unabashed theatrics. That little monkey had zero subtlety. I stepped on the accelerator and headed toward the monkey hill, where I announced, “From today onward, Kingsley the Monkey’s banana ration will be cut in half.” Kingsley the Monkey: [No!] The sun set low and painted the sky a beautiful color. I steered the tram along the winding path, enjoying the peaceful evening breeze. The egrets flew, the elephants played, the monkeys leapt, and somewhere in the cold wind a tiger walked steady and proud.

“I remember the day I killed my first Zebra. Oh, I felt very proud, like a king. How happy mama was. It's like a century past.' He sighed languidly, shaking his head. “The whoops of monkeys floated into Thundi's eardrums and he glanced to his right, sighting the monkeys jumping from tree to tree, obviously happy with the world. “Thundi shook his head again, smiling sadly. ‘The monkeys are better off, he thought. They… They…’a heavy yawn overtook him, halting his thought process. They are lucky. With bananas and tit-bits, they are satisfied. Hunger retreats. But not me. I need something substantial. Something heavy enough to strike back cowardly hunger. “He visualized himself chasing a herd o

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman.

The world's already dark enough, no need to spoon-feed myself more poison. What is normal in a world like this one, where zombies would be the least of our problems? Caleb and Jordan are the new normal as they spend all their free time in an endless party, drinking themselves into the void. Jade looks at me with an icy glance, and it stops me. Just a glance, but it lands. She’s halfway through her second glass, with eyes locked on her date, petting mine. Caleb’s got his mouth on Jordan’s neck now as he blows softly down her skin. Guess all that talk about being excited to see Jade was just noise. Figures.

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

After the ghosts left the monkey said, "Don't be afraid. Don't be scared. Stay strong always and prepare for war. Go and deliver your people in slavery." Robert Mallow woke up repeating the words he was told, "Go and deliver your people from the slavery." When Robert Mallow woke up he saw his monkey beside him holding two swords. He collected one from him and they started fighting. As they fought the monkey pushed Robert Mallow and collected the sword from him because he was are are are are are are are stronger than Robert Mallow. The monkey moved closer to him and continued the fight. Robert Mallow got tired and fell. But when

A leash ran from the collar around the capuchin monkey's neck to the music organ where the stocky dark-haired Colton Stokes ground out a shrill melody. Crowds gathered to watch as the small monkey floated around the people, hat held out, begging for tips from the onlookers. This is frickin' humiliating, Liam Lamont sent through the mindspeech of the shifters as he shook the hat in his hands at an elderly gentleman who couldn't stop talking baby talk to him. Why do people always talk to animals and babies like we're ignorant?

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."