Hunger Games Peeta Novels & Stories

- I say as I stab him with the knife between his ribs. I see the pain in his eyes. He bends his head but I lift it “Look me in my eyes” - I say “Mel, I like you, we became friends. Harry wanted to kill you so he could get to Ethan and I asked him not to” - Pete says “You will wish he killed me” - I say as I grab a tooth remover tool and I give a signal to the guards to open his mouth. Pete fights against them and I remove his two front teeth.

I yelled back and walked away. I made my way back to Alpha Joash's office. With trepidation, I knocked at the door and walked in. Pete was standing aside with her head bowed while Alpha Joash was having his tea. Not knowing what to do, I just stood by the door with my head bowed. "Pete? I think this position is too honourable for my traitor girl, I should make her my tester… she should test my food and everything that comes my way first…" Pete shot her head up immediately. She fell on her knees and pleaded. "No, my Alpha! You will get her killed… she will be poisoned in no time." Hearing that, I fell to my knees too, pleading.

“That’s how I found my mate. Here he is now.” I looked over my shoulder and my heart sunk to my toes. Petyr sauntered over from the bar. He had a smug smirk on his face until he saw me. Then his face fell. He wrapped his arm around Alessia’s waist and pressed a kiss to the side of her face. His lips were still set in a neutral line. His jaw ticked as he took in me and Loren. “Mini Moonbeam,” he drawled looking at Loren. He turned towards me and nodded once. “Wolfless.”

Phedra Elizabeth quietly thinks. “You eat… Or wait for me to feed.” The male lead pressed his face to Phedra Elizabeth. “What are you doing?” The male lead took out the phone from Phedra Elizabeth's hand and put it in his pocket. "Porridge. It's getting cold." Duncan Hiddleston was reluctant, eyes full of pain. "Your recipe for persuasion. Test it yourself. I can't take this hit." Phedra Elizabeth holds a bowl of porridge in her hand, stirs it with a spoon, and raises her eyebrows to look at the male lead.

Anastasia The smell of roasted meat and firewood hangs thick in the air as dinner gets served. I watch the others shuffle toward the long tables inside the main tent, the usual setup for high-ranking hunters. Pete’s already there, flanked by his favorites, the polished silverware clinking like some kind of performance. Pete's laughing at something one of the hunters says, like always, like nothing’s changed. His hands move easily, slicing meat, passing bread, playing the part. But his eyes, his eyes are doing something else entirely.

"Maybe so. But to Lochlan and Sven, she's worth it. We already know why, for Lochlan, it's Sven's reasons that have me curious." *** Aside from Barabbas and Mik, there was this one - Pep. Short and stocky with a wooly mess of hair, his eyes looked at her, hungry for more than just flesh. He made her skin crawl. Out of her three keepers, Penny preferred Mik. Barabbas was a sociopath, and Pep was a pervert. Mik... he just seemed annoyed with babysitting. "You will eat." "When I am hungry," Penny said evenly. Unlike Mik, who simply placed the tray down on the table and left, Pep liked to assert himself. He wanted to be obeyed, whereas Mik didn't seem to care if she starved to death or not. Pep

She doesn't care to ask how I feel. "Trent Aston!" She squeals. "I'm Pepper. But you can call me P! I'm a huge fan of yours. I follow you on I*******m and I've liked every picture you've ever posted! I also have your red 66 jerseys! When I grow up, I want to be a wag. Your wag!" Pepper is weird! And she's embarrassing me. He chuckles." I like you already, P. " "Well, everybody likes me. Except for my mom and my exes... "

KACELA “Petar is kind of a recluse,” Mouse said, poking at his keyboard and pulling up photos. “He orders everything in and rarely goes outside. He has rooftop garden but, at least according to satellite, he never goes up there.” “Seems easy enough,” Tank said. “We sabotage one of his deliveries.” “How can we be sure that Petar is the only one that is affected?” I asked. “We don’t want to take out someone innocent who decided they wanted his particular brand of breakfast cereal that morning.”

“Pleased to make your fine acquaintance Miss Katniss.” Ludale said with his hand still extended for a handshake. Katniss stared him down from head to toe with disgust vividly expressed on her face. She fixed her gaze firmly on that extended hand of his for a few seconds before looking up at his face again.

“As I said before, you don't need a hero. Or a savior. Someone who's all perfect. What you need is an anti-hero, who's dark. Someone knows you inside out. On your own, you're so fucking lost. So fucking confused. It's like you're stuck in this void space, with no place to go. No idea how to get out. I'll be your anti-hero, Titania. I'll be the one to show you the light again. To make you unclench, let go of your inhibitions and start living again like you're meant to. Maybe not for me, but for your uncle. That's what I mean.” I curl up into a ball at his words, tongue-tied. Pete looks over his shoulder now as we stop in front of the restaurant. “I'm not hungry anymore,” I say in a small voic