Madge Undersee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She dropped to her knees, her body trembling. “I didn't try to shift! I stayed in the circle!” she pleaded, her voice a ragged whisper. “Please... I haven't scented fresh meat in days. Just a scrap!” In the first hours of her cage, Madison’s pride had been a shield of iron, but hunger and the silver-burn in the air had turned it to rust. The thought of the dark room was now her greatest fear. The two guards exchanged a smirk. “Aren't you the high-born daughter of the Miller Pack? The one destined for the Payne throne?” They looked down at her matted hair. “Look at you. You aren't even fit to lick the dust from Avery’s boots.”

China blue eyes reminded her of Mike, and when Madge started tapping her stylus on her ordering tablet, the incongruity hit her. “You guys use a wireless ordering system?” She pointed to the smartphone- like device in Madge’s hand. “No. This is a chisel and a chunk of marble. Grog back there deciphers it all with hand puppets and grunts. Now what are you two eating? I’ve got work to do.” Josie craned her neck around, surveying the nearly-empty joint. “It sure is hopping.” Madge smirked. “The silverware don’t roll itself.” Those eyes. Mike. A pang of despair hit her—hard. His hands on her. Dylan’s tongue on her.

Neither one makes him scream, but I can hear his grunts, and I can see the pain etched on his face. “You know, I can do this all day. It doesn’t bore me. I really like seeing what interesting colors your skin turns when I hurt you. Or how loudly you can scream in pain. Are you going to keep stonewalling or are you going to tell me who sent you to attack the little people’s camp?” Maddie asks as she holds the man’s hand steady and she jams a small silver skewer under his fingernail. Once again, he screams out in pain. As they are waiting on him to find his voice, I notice he has several of these silver skewers under his finger and toe nails.

Did she think carrying a tray of food would disguise her intentions? "No, Jacob, I swear you're misunderstanding!" Madge cried, pleading. She clawed at his hands, desperate to free her hair from his grip. The pain was unbearable, as if her scalp were being torn apart. Unmoved by her tears, Jacob tightened his hold. "Misunderstanding?" he spat. "Don't forget how you first got into my bed. Sneaking in while I was drunk? Do you think I've forgotten?" Madge had originally been nothing more than a servant, using Jacob's drunken state to her advantage and climbing her way into his bed. That was how she had become his woman, watching Lionel and his siblings grow up in the process.

Madison was completely dumbfounded by the audacity. “Your greed has stripped every piece of gold from my title. My vaults contain absolutely nothing. Direct your begging to a different house!” She was presenting the absolute truth. Her name held zero remaining currency. “My beast rejects that lie!” Jeff shot back, his voice rising as he angled his throat toward the interior sleeping chamber. “Mother, Madison claims her vaults are dry! She actively desires to watch the underworld collectors tear my throat apart!” Hearing the shout, Eva and Glenn burst through the timber frame of their room simultaneously.

the girl squeaked. Marga moved on like a brewing storm. Her eyes caught everything. Crooked spice tins. Cracked jars. A broth that had the audacity to smell tired. She wasn’t just enforcing quality—she was protecting us. Because apparently, Hayden Moore didn’t miss things. And if he found a mistake, it wouldn’t be a shouting match. It’d be a slow, terrifying smile. Then blood. I kept my head down, hands steady as I polished silver trays until I could see my reflection—and the wildfire crouching just beneath my skin.

‎ ‎ ‎She knew Maddie was here all these while —, ‎ ‎ ‎my stomach twisted under my ribs. ‎ ‎ ‎Maddie's hands, even inside the cage was bound by chains like a raving animal. stripped off her clothes with scattered pieces of food on the iron tray beneath her. ‎ ‎ ‎her head lifted up slow to meet me. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the lines on her face, contoured by trauma, her sad gaze lingered on me for a moment. it was difficult to read what was happening behind and those sad eyes. slowly, she turned her back,

When they step foot in the kitchen's tiles, they saw no one, and so Navilah grabbed her hand again and led her the way to somewhere underground. "Where are we headed?" Madison asked in between their steps. "To the underground prison. I heard their shouts and talks..." "Whose?" Madison asked but she was only left dumbfounded when Navilah didn't answer her question. And so while she was following where Navilah is taking her, she fell into a deep thinking. But then she was back to reality when Navilah cursed and forcefully hid her behind a wall. "Someone's coming." Madison closed her eyes and concentrated. Afterwards, she stood up and walked towards the vampire that was approaching towards thei

Meagia, trapped in the depths of madness, sat hunched over on the cold floor of her chamber. Her once radiant hair was now dishevelled, and her eyes are wide with an unsettling mix of grief and delusion. “My little honeybun, where are you?” Meagia’s unwashed hair and her mad state was beyond what one could see.