Maysilee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"So sad I won't be able to watch the full show. I have to help Rosella take on Akayla." "And you think you can take on her?" Maisey laughed. "You've never succeeded at anything before. What makes you think you would this time?" "I've been working for the King of failures himself," Maika laughed. "I wish I could say you would watch me defeat Akayla but you'll be long dead by then." Maisey's face turned red with embarrassment and he tried to stand up again. "You're a little coward!" Maisey cried. "Give me the antidote if you're so certain of your strength. Let us fight one on one and let's see if your mouth is as sharp as your skills."

The room, the house was on fire. Suddenly, she couldn't see anything. She couldn't see what she was holding, couldn't see the table, or Ellie or anything. The photo... she knew that photo. Recognized it. Remembered it, somewhere in her memory. It was there. It was her. That girl was her. Clean and expensive clothes, pretty sparkling shoes, bruised and scarred body, soiled long blonde hair covering almost her whole face which reflected a purple in the picture. That girl was Madie.

“It might be worth asking the Doc.” Maya rushes into the room. Only a few kids are there so far playing in the corner while Kas, Ashley, and Delilah finish setting up. Marybeth and Elisa are arranging platters of food. I stay close to the door in case I need to make a run for it. Maya runs up to Kas. She holds up her drawing, excited to share it. “MAMA!! Look at da picture! I maked it!” Kas looks down with a big grin, but when she sees Maya, her face drops. “M-Maya… your hair…”

I was Maya, the girl who had a dream about a train crash, and I was going to be the girl who crashed the system that had tried to steal my life. Behind me, I heard Leo’s footsteps, and then, the sound of others, the Resistance, the students, the people who were finally, *finally* choosing to see. We were walking toward the light, and I knew, with a certainty that burned in my chest, that the darkness didn't stand a chance.

Hazel pov I sat at the small kitchen table in Maya’s house. The kitchen smelled like butter and sugar. Maya’s mother just took a tray of cookies out of the oven. They were chocolate chip. The chocolate was still melting. I took a bite. It was warm and sweet. I closed my eyes and smiled. For the first time today, I felt safe. I felt normal. Maya was sitting across from me. She was laughing at something her little sister, Lily, said. Lily was twelve. She was loud and funny. She had white flour on her nose. Maya tried to wipe it off, but Lily pushed her hand away.

Behold, the bubbly girl stood there, holding a large tray. “Wow, you slept for hours!” May exclaimed, scuttling forward. She sat beside her and dropped the tray on the bedside table. “I hope you're hungry, Young Miss. These are all your favorite meals.” Huh? When did the maid come back? How did she even return? And how did Haley end up in this home? Wasn't she supposed to be at Liam's Villa? If her encounter with Liam was a dream, she was supposed to be at the mansion, right?

Tessa Miller stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her usually straight hair was curled at the ends, framing her face in a way that made her feel quite pretty. She smoothed the soft fabric of her light blue prom dress for the hundredth time, feeling both excited and nervous. "Relax, Tessa," Maya, her best friend, said. She was perched on the edge of the bed with a makeup brush in hand after doing Tessa's makeup. "You look perfect. Gendry Graham is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

"That's right. Madeline, you and Mr. Young have a tacit understanding. He's in a black suit while you're in a white dress. People might think it's your wedding today." The girls gathered around Madeline, coaxing her into blushing with just a few words. Maya walked over and spotted Miles surrounded by several people downstairs. As she took a look at the shy Madeline, she immediately understood the situation. Madeline was interested in Miles. That was great. "Madeline …" She walked up. The girls immediately looked over. Madeline then greeted her and held her hand affectionately. "Let me introduce you to her. Her name is Maya Lawson, and she's my new friend. She's a very kind person. If it were

“I’m Miley Taylor. My apologies for arriving late—my flight was delayed. I hope you’ll give me a few minutes. I’m here to audition for the role of Mi Weini.” “Miley Taylor?” A producer beside Wyatt leaned closer and whispered, “She looks promising. Which agency is she with?” Wyatt glanced at the casting sheet and frowned slightly. Miley Taylor: American-British. Signed with Star Making Media, a subsidiary of the Taylor Group. Debuted at age twelve in a Hollywood sci-fi hit. Winner of Best Newcomer that year. Wyatt flicked his eyes toward me, hesitant. I was reading the same profile, my face impassive.

Mia said with gratitude while the maid nodded and let her be on her way. As soon as Mia opened the other end of the tunnel, the cool breeze softly crashed into her face. She was finally free. Her heart was filled with happiness. She immediately ran forward but soon the sound of her head splitting op en filled her ears and the next thing she heard was a loud thud. Then darkness followed.