Hunger Games Prim Novels & Stories

If they wanted to help they'd let us go. A strangled, gargling sound brings my attention back to the dying drake in my arms. Fluttering open, Primus' eyes glare with the true clarity of recognition. In the most painful of moments, he is himself again, free of the queen's influence. His hands are struggling to keep the gash at his neck closed but he is losing the battle. He looks so afraid. He knows he is dying.

I breathe, standing in place, my legs forgetting how to walk. Ona sets down her glass and stands. Walking to meet me she begins babbling about how lovely I look before she takes my arm and leads me to a seat on Primus’ other side.” “I promise,” Primus stands as I approach. He looks shyly down at his plate before looking up at me. “I promise that I won’t bite.” My body shakes as he pulls out of my seat. “Also, thank you,” the edges of his mouth twitch nervously, as he pushes in my chair, “for the story.”

He hugged Priam with a smile when I can understand they were pretty close to each other. I could see Junnie was almost drooling at his amazing figure while brad pinched her in hands to take her back in time. I and Jenny smiled looked at her while she shyly looked down. The lunch was fun while talking and laughing like a big family. Like always I wanted for myself. Looking at Priam I never knew he was from this big kingdom, he never had any proud mark for his belongings while he has this aura of a wise, humble, and great prince.

Drinks were handed to us, I got champagne, and all of my mates grabbed whiskey. We find a nice space around a stand-up table, and we all stand around. I sip my first glass of champagne, and it tastes sweet. I had already decided as soon as they handed me the glass that it would be my only one for the night. I see Primly heading straight for our table with three of those girls in red. I figured he was a sleazebag, and wondered if he had a wife at home. ‘He doesn’t she sacrificed her life for her sons.’ Cerberus chimes in.

She forked the food up to her mouth, and chewed. Prim just smiled and sat back to watch her. If she was sure of anything, it was that Egan would never let a second poison attempt happen. He would feed all the staff to his cheetahs before that happened. She shivered. Sol looked up at her, but said nothing. They talked and talked about fond memories, the crazy present, and possible happiness in the future. “You are about to finish the meal.” Prim said, finally pulling the tray away from Sol. “If you have not dropped death yet, the food is fine.”

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat. They don't rush me. They circle me. I am hanging in the middle of the room, completely exposed. They walk around me in a slow circle, their eyes roaming over every inch of my athletic body. They see the way the sweat tracks down my stomach. They see the way I am straining against the iron rings. They see the slickness on my thighs. "Look at her," Prime says. His voice is a low, vibrating growl that I feel in my teeth. "She has been down here for hours, just waiting for us. Look how she drips for her masters."

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Prim scolded me. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean my teeth and take a nice hot shower in the hope that the pain I am feeling in my muscles will ease in the hot water. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I groaned inwardly as I took in my appearance. That is when I saw it. "OMG...PRIM!" I shouted. "We are marked." "It's beautiful isn't it?" Prim responded with pride in her voice.

She checked her reflection in the mirror, her eyes were bright with anger and stubbornness. If Zoran Thalric thought he could play with her emotions and then bench her like a child, he was sorely mistaken. They said she is primordial and she is definitely going to find out if it is true or not. If she really is a primordial, it means her mother is definitely alive except she was overpowered by someone stronger but who would be so strong as to kill a primordial?. She slipped out of her room and walked down the quiet corridors of the mansion, her footsteps silent on the marble. She reached the grand entrance and pushed the heavy oak doors open, bracing herself for the chill of the morning air.