Hunger Games Paylor Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

she insisted. Dr. Debbie Scott cleared her throat, "Here's the thing Miss Beckett, there's no such a free lunch if you know what I mean? I've been fighting cancer and I have to feed my grandchildren whose parents died years ago, so to be frank, I need money! You have to pay for what you want," she said firmly. Becky gulped, perplexed. "How much?" she asked. "Um, since James is a billionaire so I guess one hundred thousand dollars won't be a problem," she answered easily as if she was just mentioning an unimportant thing.

She wanted desperately to go out there and give them a piece of her mind, but she controlled herself, hoping they stopped immediately and find their way back to wherever they came from. “I think I know why she seduced Mr. Roland into making her his personal assistant,” immediately the first girl mentioned that, the remaining two moved close so they'd be able to hear what she was about to say. “It's because of his money. She is so money hungry, and knows that Mr. Roland is the richest CEO in New York, so she's trying her best to get close to him.” The other girls gasped. “She is so cheap!” They exclaimed together. “Who knew? Maybe that's why she worked her transfer to this company. She had a

“You’re impatient.” “I don’t have time for games.” Sophia tilted her head slightly. “You’re brave, Elara.” “I’m not afraid of you.” “Oh, you should be.” Elara frowned. “Why?” Sophia reached into her purse and pulled out a small envelope. She slid it across the table. “Look.” Elara hesitated before opening it. Inside were several photographs. Her hands froze. The pictures showed Morgan. But he wasn’t alone. He was standing with another woman.

She said walking towards the direction of a standing mirror, Looking at her reflection and that of Trace and Zack she continued. “And that's something neither of you can offer.” “power and money, lots of money.” “It’s clear you only consider us to be swx mannequins.” Trace snapped, “Sit boy and never, ever raise your voice at me again.” Mallory said, “I don't consider you both to be sex mannequins but let's be you aren't you?” “I do you both a favour everytime I let you f**k because all that both of you look up to every sunrise is sex and that's the major reason you both can't amass wealth.”

"So how much do you want?" Mom thought I had finally given in. Her smile grew even more smug. She held up one finger. I was confused why her appetite had suddenly become so small when she spoke. "Ten thousand. You keep ten thousand for yourself. Give me the rest." Mr. Palmer, who had been silent this whole time, finally could not take it anymore. "Ma'am, I was already furious when you kept insisting Elena got where she is through luck. This girl has an excellent attitude toward her studies. She's nothing like what you're describing.

I conceded when I noticed how she looked like she could cry if I didn’t nod in the next second. “How about your favorite dishes from Palate Haven for the next five years? Everyday, I’ll get you something yummy. All expenses paid by me…” How could she throw her money in my face like that? “See, I know you’re damn rich, but allow your kid sis to spoil you, okay?” I couldn’t say no to a free meal, could I?” “Okay. You’ll pay for everything.” We were just at the inner route leading to the garden when a loud clashing sound from the far right distance caught my attention.

-----~[JENNA'S POV]~----- The day almost comes to an end as the school bell rings for the closure of the day and I find myself frustratedly making my way through the school compound scrolling through my phone and searching for that particular ad that pays $10, 000. Shit!!