Let The Hunger Games Begin! Novels & Stories

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

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Again and always, love. The golden eye expanded, fury replacing its amusement. THEN I WILL END BOTH OF YOU. The heavens shattered, and the fracture burst open completely. From beyond reality, the true form of the First Hunger finally began to emerge in all its terrible glory. The final war had begun.

"I'm coming for what's mine." His eyes narrowed, his stance shifting slightly, but he remained silent. He wouldn't show it, but I knew my words had hit home. I turned back to my pack, my blood humming with anticipation. Tonight wasn't the night for the final showdown. No, this was just the beginning. And as the moon hung ominously overhead, marking the start of what promised to be a long and brutal war, I felt a wild, savage thrill surge through me. Let the games begin.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

Obediently, she did. "My master seems unsatisfied," she murmured, watching him carefully. "Hmm, maybe." Kalis tilted his head, considering her. "But I have news. The Games begin in a day. I’ll be participating." "The Games?" He cut her off, striding toward the wooden bed. "Right. The Hunt." "Yes!" She smiled, eager. "Are you excited?" "More than you know," he declared, a dark amusement in his voice. Freda rose, moving to sit beside him. "Master, do you know what I call this?" She leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. "The game to win a heart."

Probably wasn't a no. Burney put his hand on my shoulder, as if reading my thoughts. "Time to cover up," Stan said, handing Burney a strip of cloth and a clean pillow case. He took it, shooting me an apologetic look before stepping behind me. "Ready?" I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, searching one last time for Lillith's face before landing on Aaron's. His blue eyes met mine, piercing me, holding me steady as Burney lowered the red blindfold and knotted it, blanketing my world in darkness.

We both gulped the entire contents of our glasses. Let the game begin.

The first had been impulsive—an explosion. But this one? This one was hunger. Pure, desperate hunger. Again, Sebastian didn't wait time to kiss me back. His fingers dipped under the hem of my hoodie, warm skin meeting warm skin, and I sucked in a breath against his lips. He paused for half a second, like he was checking if it was okay, but I didn’t let him think. I bit his bottom lip—not hard, just enough to make him gasp—and he crashed back into me like I’d lit him on fire.

For now. Let the games begin, my little shiny toy.