Hunger Games Portia Novels & Stories

"Just don't think you have to do it on your own. You've always got me." "Except you're leaving. I'll be lost in this house without you." "Meh. You'll still have Ernie and Hensley. They'll even listen to you talk about your boring books." I yanked the pillow out from under her head and swatted her with it just before I pretended to smother her. While Portia was shorter than me-and didn't weigh a buck and a quarter soaking wet-she was strong. Her thighs grasped my waist, and her arms wound around my ribs. In the blink of an eye, she threw her weight into a barrel roll, and I landed on my back with Portia straddling my stomach.

Although the number of their fans was not very large, they had made progress from a completely nobody to where they were now. After inspecting the company, Priscilla felt very satisfied. Then she went back to Anderson International. Seeing that it was already late, she left with Portia. “Are we going home now?” Portia asked while driving. “No. Let’s go out for dinner.” She finally had the chance to come out and hang around. Naturally, Priscilla wouldn’t miss it. They first went to the nearby Steak House for dinner, and then went shopping at the mall. Priscilla heard that Portia was an orphan. She had no other relatives, except for a brother who was still in high school.

She had brought two swimsuits today, including a one-piece and a bikini, but she still had not decided which one to wear. ​ “What would you like to drink? Here’s the menu.” Nicholas handed a small menu to the girl beside him. Portia was wearing a cute white, floral sleeveless dress made of fabric that was both light and comfortable. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was bare of makeup, her cheeks slightly pink from the sun. ​ “I’ll have a coconut water.” She chose quickly. ​ “They have snacks too.” ​ “I’ve already eaten, Nicholas. Just the drink for now.”

Portia A woman brings me food and water. Each time she keeps her eyes cast down and is let inside by a different man. He stands at the door with his hand on the key in the lock as she clears out one dish to swap it out for another. I eat a little bit of the stale bread but leave the cold meat. The scent of which makes my stomach turn. It looks to be leftovers someone else didn't finish. I drink all the water, which I'm grateful is bottled.

She sucked it with great experience until Ivan, with a groan, came into her mouth. Portia got up from the floor, put on her underwear, opened her bag, took out the money she owed him, and left wiping her lips, glad that she got everything she wanted.

The thought made my chest feel tight. “She deserves a man like that,” Portia whispered, her voice dropping to a hiss. “And you? You are the person who ruined her life. Now you are acting like you care? It is pathetic.” I looked away, unable to meet her gaze. “If you walk out on me now,” Portia said, her tone shifting to something sweet and terrifying, “I will have nothing left to lose. I mean that.” She reached out and grabbed a steak knife from the catering tray on the side table. It was not a professional blade, but the tip was sharp enough to do damage.

I nod and take my mom up the stairs. ~Adela~ I couldn’t believe it when Aida told me that Portia had helped mom leave the house. Who does she think she is to disrupt a mating situation? What, exactly, is going on these days? Everything has been upside down and topsy-turvy. This is not how things are supposed to be right now. My sister and I are supposed to be the Lunas of this pack right now, and we should be mated and marked by the twins. Instead, their fated mate is Portia, of all people. She is going to be the Luna in a few days' time. Luna Kimberly, who had always been in our corner, has sent some rich bitch here to try to take the twins from us. Now, our mom is leaving the house, follow

Portia was deserving of food. She had let the idea that Julian was a murderer and a monster to completely devour her, and now some bloodsucking witch—whom she should have recognised as a vampire at twenty paces—was ready to consume her. She thought it strange that in these, the last moments of her life, she would be feeling not terror but acute embarrassment at her own ineptitude and bittersweet relief that she had misjudged Julian so thoroughly. She hung helpless in the creature's deadly grasp like a rag doll caught in the jaws of a snarling mastiff. Her slippers' toes struggled to gain traction on the wet cobblestones. The woman jerked her head to the side, grabbed a few of her curls with

He plucked a grape and fed it to Portia, not even bothering to spare me a glance as he continued, "She's an unrefined beast. She doesn't know how to be gentle. "Get a glass of water for Portia, Selena. Make sure it's warm. 113 Fahrenheit." I took a deep breath before walking over to the table to pour a glass of water for Portia. I then strode over to the bed and offered it to her. Portia reached out for the water. However, just as her fingers brushed the glass, she suddenly loosened her grip. The glass fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. The hot water splashed all over Portia's feet.