Hunger Games Portia Novels & Stories

she scoffed at Joseph and the mystery girl she'd never seen before. Joseph had lost all energy the moment he heard Portia insulting his wife and exposing all of her terrible actions. He didn't know what he would have done if it hadn't been for the girl by his side. "Tsk, tsk, it's exactly the same," Portia said as her glance passed by Joseph and settled on the girl dressed poorly, “before I got here, I used to dress like this. We seem to be following the same plot. You have to be the true new daughter. I am Portia, the mistress of the home."

She didn't deserve how he had treated her, he admitted that, and he decided to make it up to her before drifting into a deep sleep. ~~ What does it mean to be in paradise? It meant the smell of freshly prepared bacon and pancakes dancing into your nostrils as you flutter your eyes open. Maria is never wrong about food, and neither does she regret it. Her leg steadied against the floor and the back of her hand rubbed her eyes as she more or less sprinted in the direction of the aroma, the kitchen as expected. Could it be...Jackson? Jackson!

She had on an extremely revealing pink bodycon dress that barely covered her augmented breasts, eye blinding pink nail extensions and a shocking pink Hermes Birkin handbag that house her little pup, who, no surprise had dyed pink ears. “What’s the meaning of this?” Daniel bellowed the moment he laid his eyes on his stepmother. Portia took off her pink shades and waved her hand, motioning for Daniel to sit down like a little boy. “Oh Daniel….” she cooed, patting at the table. Daniel crossed his arms and refused to budge. From across the table, Wayne observed the exchange silently, knowing all too well what Portia was up to. Calmly, he took off his glasses and wiped the lens with the tip of hi

She looks like she is seconds away from bursting, and to take matters worse, Ruby decides to step in at the moment. Taking a bone from the meat she had eaten, Ruby threw it across the room, aiming directly at the trashcan where it fell right in. Then, she focused her gaze on Portia and her lips slanted into one of her ever so famous sweet smiles—only this time it is taunting and she lowered her voice when she said, “Fetch.” One word, it triggered off the safety pin keeping Portia sane at that moment.

Jena looked back at her with a flabbergasted expression which was mixed with a lot of disgust. “And are you one too?’ She asked. “No,” Portia shook her head, “I’m a half-wolf…” Jena massaged her temples, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh, “What bullshit…” She let out another deep breath and looked at me again, “Fine, show me now.” “Right here?” I asked. “Yes,” She folded her arms, “Right here.” “I’ll give you some privacy.” Portia immediately took the hint and walked into the room while Jena watched her ‘weird’ behavior and she shut the door behind her startling my mate.

Portia's arrogance and disdain for Agrippina's command radiated from her, while Kazia was driven by a sense of duty to complete the work and show her willingness to comply. As they began their laborious task of cleaning the curtains, the room grew quieter, the only sound being the soft swish of fabric against the sponge. Despite the circumstances, Kazia's dedication to her work shone through. She silently noted that her ability to work efficiently and with precision was a skill she had honed during her time as a servant in the Silver Crest Pack, and she was determined to demonstrate her worth. Portia, however, took a different approach. She worked more slowly and half-heartedly, her arroganc

‘It’s a bit late for that, Hyacinth. In the foyer, Portia stood frozen. Her large, expressive eyes were wide, taking in the scene. Then her shock melted, transforming in a nanosecond into pure glee. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face as she sauntered in. ‘Well, well,’ she purred, her gaze flicking from the pastries to our still-joined hands. ‘Having a… working breakfast, are we?’ I snatched my hand back from Lochlan’s as if burned. A laugh, high and brittle, escaped me. ‘Portia! Hi! This is, um, not what it—’

- James replied, as politely as he could. - Ours? - I ask innocently. - No, Portia. Luna is not going to our house. Now try to eat something. - he asked softly, yet desperately. - I don't want to eat. James looked at her and scolded her with his eyes. - Portia, you must eat, you can't be on an empty stomach. Come on, try something. - He said domineeringly. The girl looked at him for a few seconds, picked up the silverware and threw it on the floor.

Then we broke the hug to look at each other. "How have you been? I hope you didn't get in trouble," I asked her, worried Lucian might hurt her. She shook her head with tears flowing. She looked around the lounge and looked at me. "The goddess favoured you, Scarlett. You deserve the favour," she said, and I led her to a couch. We sat, and I ordered them to bring her juice and sherbet. It was a sweet delicacy that I had come to adore. "I see Alpha Keith is doting on you," Martha said, and I smiled at her, but there was sadness in her eyes.