Maysilee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

All of us turned to the source of the voice all at once, and my eyes landed on Maya. Maya Saeed, the queen bee of Crescent High. The crowd parted for her as she made her way towards us. Her brown skin glowed, and I wasn’t sure if it was the highlighter or if the glow came to her naturally. Her silver nose ring caught the cafeteria lights just right. Her dark ringlets were knotted into a bun atop her, so immaculately perfect, it made my fingers itch. “Are you in the mood for a harassment charge today, or is it a new way for you to establish authority?” She asked, eyes dropping down to where Grayson’s fingers were still closed around my wrist.

She opened the door and the both of us made our way in. There and then, I saw my sweet Makaila tied up, looking weak. She has not looked up but I was pretty sure that she knew that someone had just walked in. My heart broke into a thousand pieces. She looked so sick and so lean, very malnourished and it broke my heart even more.

She still only sees him as a friend. He smiled bitterly. It’s painful for him to think that the girl he loved seems to have no hope left of being with him. “Should I still fight, or just let go of her?” he asked himself the moment he looked up at the sky. MILEY clenched her fist. She felt her chest tighten, but she forced herself to speak. “Reiri, I’m going back to the mansion. There’s something else I need to do.” Miley didn’t wait for Reiri’s response. She didn’t know why she had been staring blankly for that long and hurriedly went back to the mansion. She went straight to her room and slumped onto the bed.

she blurted, eyes wide. Zane raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say you were.” “You’re thinking it.” A slow grin crept onto his face. “Now I am.” Maya cursed under her breath and snatched the last book from his hand. “This school is a nightmare.” Zane leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “It’s entertaining, if you don’t take it too seriously.” “I don’t want to be part of the entertainment,” she snapped, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

And there she is. Third seat from the left, sitting with that perfect posture that screams expensive boarding school or military parents. Maya Sterling. Her hair’s longer than in the magazine photo, pulled back in a sleek ponytail that shows off the sharp angles of her face. She’s wearing a navy blazer, white shirt, no jewelry except… I lean forward, squinting. The necklace. The star. It’s there, just barely visible. “Play it,” I say, voice rough. Derek hits play.

I am hungry too and if we are going to talk to them, I might as well eat too. “I am Malia.” The girl with the short blonde hair says. She is tall and willowy thin, with deeply tanned skin and purple eyes. She puts off a tough and in charge type of vibe. She is a bit dirtier than the others, making me think that she is a bit tomboyish and was willing to do most of the work while they were living in the woods. She gestures to the little girl beside her and says, “This little scrap of bee stingers and tree bark-”

The first video dropped at 9:00 a.m. It was simple. Unedited. Just a girl—Mia Holloway—sitting in her sunlit kitchen, voice trembling but determined. “My name is Mia. I used to go to Saint Halcyon. Cassidy Monroe made my life hell. She spread rumors that I slept with a teacher, forged messages, even sent screenshots to my parents. I almost didn’t survive it.” “No one believed me. Not the principal. Not my friends. But now… I believe Elara. And I want the world to know the truth.”

Did he not used to be much more respectful to her in the past? "You don't know how to take care of children at all! How can you be anyone's stepmother?" Miles continued to taunt Maia, "You're not as good as Aunty Catelyn. She's gentle, sensible, kind, and generous. She'd cook for me when I'm hungry, and warm me up with clothes when it's cold." The expression on Maia's face started to crack inch by inch. "Aunty Catelyn?" "Yes! She's the designer for my villa," said Miles. "We lived together before, and she was very kind to me. Aunty Maia, you're not as good as her. You have to be better than this!"

I wonder why she's hiding her identity. "Today I have witnessed your resistance towards death. I'm impressed. No life has been taken, thanks to the three of you. But I just want to warn you all, everything in this game is real and unreal. Congrats, you made it to the real game." he said then it went off again. I felt the chills ran down my spine. "Hey, congrats..." one of the contenders approached me. She has bob short hair and is wearing glasses. "Oh, hello! Congrats too!" I greeted. She smiled at me and pulled something from her back.