Hunger Games Paylor Novels & Stories

What a low-balling asshole. Pearl's palm pushed slowly up his chest, trailing over the shining badges of honor pinned like décor all over his uniform. The way her chin tilted up to his towering height was intentional. Every single thing she did was intentional. Of course, she was a princess. She was trained for this. But of course, Alec doesn't have any idea about it. "What if," she said, her smooth tone drawing Alec's attention to her lips, "you paid me the full one point five, and I'll buy my own fucking dinner?" Long lashes fluttered with each innocent blink she gave him.

My parents, two people capable of sitting through a dinner full of political threats without blinking, were definitely going to be in some Moscow drawing room weeping over a picture of Poppy wearing a plastic crown and pasta sauce on her chin. “What do you want?” I asked. “Me?” Her eyes widened, so innocent it was almost criminal. “Nothing.” “Poppy.” She looked down at Bunny. “Maybe they’ll bring me flowers.” “Mm-hm.” “And maybe chocolate, but soft. Because my throat is fragile.” “Of course.” “And maybe Grandma has connections for a custom castle.” I glanced at Salma. “See? This child is not sick. She’s fundraising.” Salma pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, then held out the ju

Third Person's POV Adelaide arched an eyebrow, playing along. "High-stakes performances get a bigger bonus—ten grand. Standard stuff only gets you a thousand." "What counts as high-stakes?" Paisley asked, her voice raspy from laughing so hard. "You gonna do some circus acrobatics, Avery?" Avery's eyes lit up with a greedy green glow, like a wolf scenting a kill. "Eating! I can take down a mixing-bowl-sized portion of pasta in under two minutes! Or drinking—I chug this whole bottle of vodka, do I get the ten grand?"

Vivian pov Scarlett Hayes's face flushed red, and she looked at Dominic Blackwood as if seeking help. But Dominic merely toyed with the cards in his hand, showing no intention of coming to her rescue. My heart sank into an icy pit, and I felt a tightness in my chest. It was all my fault. Even though I had divorced Dominic, I kept trying to seduce him, like a ghost that wouldn't go away. With tears in her eyes, Scarlett glared at me. "I find it hard to believe that you have such a vulgar sense of humor. Why not change the terms to something more favorable for you?" I let out a laugh. "I seem to recall asking for your opinion earlier, and you nodded in agreement. So why does it suddenly become

Ishu rolled her eyes at her drama. "Payu mom, won't you give me some bread?" Ruhi asked Payal as she looked at her. "Did my punishment end? You won't call me mausi now?" Payal asked raising her brows. This kid is too smart. She knew what to use and when to use?

Maybe I was simply born to pay back the Chandlers. Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the scars on my body faded, my skin as smooth and pale as it had been before. I slipped into a gown, my chestnut hair cascading in waves down my back. I had on a thick layer of blush to cover the paleness of my face, making me look healthy enough.

She sets it down with the grace of someone used to delivering executions. On the tray: a delicate crystal bowl filled with saffron-poached pears drizzled in gold-dusted syrup and garnished with edible flowers. It’s the kind of dessert you eat in a palace—or before someone poisons you. I shove it away. “I’m not hungry.” “You will be,” Hale replies. “The trainer’s brutal. You’re going to need the energy.” “I said I’m not eating.” He leans forward. “Am I going to have to feed you again?”

After that, her face suddenly turned white from embarrassment: “I don't have enough money right now. Why don’t you keep it in my account first, I will make the payment after I recover enough money…” Today, she only intended to read at Jimmy's Knowledge Pavilion, so she didn't bring much money, after that, she met Yao Tai and consulted him on some matters, due to being too shocked back then, She completely forgot about the matter, noting that just at this moment, she only had about a hundred gold coins, far from a thousand coins. … She felt a sharp tingle on her face as she desperately wished to dig a hole, so she could hide inside. “Don't order food you can't handle! Since you ordered food,

Sarah bobbed her head, pressing her lips together. “C’mon, help me with that. I am hungry and I have to eat properly so the load of drugs and injections would not drain the life out of me. You don’t want me to get well, Hater,” Alita pouted, blinking her eyes at Sarah. “Just wait till you get out of here,” Sarah grumbled as she reached for the bag in the ground and gingerly tossed it at Alita. “You will be paid in full,” her eyes narrowed and her forehead puckered as she hugged herself. “Bitch,” she mouthed while glaring at Alita.

Her huge belly could feel his hardness. They kissed. As if they were thirsty for each other’s waters, they kissed passionately. She didn’t know what got into her but she liked it, liked this. Never mind the ‘Derrick-loyal’ side of her. She’ll put that aside for now. Today, she will do what Derrick had made her do even before he passed: to be a debt payment. And Minerva Miriam Miller did exactly what a woman being handed over as debt payment: quenched the thirst of her wealthy buyer.