Hunger Games Prim Novels & Stories

He was watching her the way something very old and very patient watches something it has decided, with complete certainty, it intends to have. "You called," he said. "I answered." Seren's training kicked in before her panic could. She kept her breathing even. Kept her hands loose at her sides. Kept her eyes on his — because looking away from something like this was the last mistake you ever made. "I didn't call anything," she said. "I was praying." "To the void." The corner of his mouth curved. Not quite a smile. A promise of one. "What did you think lived there?"

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

Lexie told Sylvia and Sylvia bowed her head to her. “My apologies princess.” Sylvia said. “I think we needed to get back to the resort.” I say trying to break the awkwardness now happening in the booth. “Yes. I believe you are right. I need to feed.” Lexie said to me, and I knew exactly what she meant. She hadn’t fed now in two days, and I could sense her hunger. “Princess you are more than welcome to feed on one of my boys.” Sylvia said as she pointed to the two men in the booth, and I let out a growl and Lexie tightened her hold on me.

AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re here for polite romance, fade-to-black sex, or anything resembling manners… close this book right now and go clutch your pearls somewhere else, sugar tits. You’ve been warned, princess. Chapter – 0001 GRACE I, Grace Monroe Sullivan, head of a charity foundation and daughter of Arthur Sullivan, the very conservative President of the United States, am staring at a cardboard box of blow-up dolls. And no, these are definitely not kids’ toys. I know the box contains blow-up dolls (free condoms and lube, too, apparently) because in bright orange lettering on the side, it announces the contents: LIFELIKE PERSONAL ROMANCE DOLLS! NOW WITH FREE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK-CONDOMS AND LUBR

Primo’s left hand moved through her neck to lift her head to see her face. The moment he got a full view of her face burning in red and her unstable eyes, he then pushed a finger inside without even giving her a warning. Georgia’s eyes dilated the way her mouth gaped in surprise. And the satisfaction in Primo’s face upon witnessing the desired reaction is unbeatable.

"I can't believe to see you here." He turned and saw a girl, maybe a junior, a camera on her hand. The blush on her cheeks looked appealing to him. Good thing that in 300 years of his existence, he could control now his hunger for flesh. By instinct, Primes hunt the prey at night in full moon once they were in full form, on their strongest mode. But their way of food cycle brought them trouble as human law sentenced it as murder. Gaining attention wasn't always good but they couldn't help who they were. It was on their 200th year that Algene fell in love with a human and adapt their ways of living. Conscience broke him and changed his perspective and they all made a pact not to harm. He dism

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

His throat convulsed as he swallowed, his eyes watering, shame and obedience twisting his face into something less than human. Matthias only clapped once.“Good,” he murmured, eyes glittering. “See? Such cooperation. It makes everything so much more entertaining.” I gagged, bile scorching my throat as I crushed my palms over my mouth to smother the sound clawing up my throat. “What’s a meal without entertainment?” Matthias mused, snapping his fingers. The door creaked open again, and a young girl that didn't look to be older than 15 stepped inside.

After a few moments that honestly felt like an eternity to me, Damien loosened his iron grip on me and pulled back some. He put a hooked finger under my chin and tilted it so we were making eye contact. “I don’t care if you’re a Hunter." He said, and I could tell he was being sincere. He truly didn't care. He knew what he wanted, and that was me, Hunter or not.