Mockingjay Part 2 President Coin Novels & Stories

I couldn't tell exactly when but what I know is that I am in love with him. I love you Clinton… After a few moments of comfortable silence, Clinton guided me toward the bed. “There’s one last surprise,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Another one? You’ve already done so much.” He chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. My breath hitched as he opened it, revealing a delicate necklace. The pendant was a small, intricately designed wolf, its eyes sparkling with tiny diamonds.

the shadow spoke causing her to sit up instantly and pull off her shades. "Ha! I should have known. Sorry president Renova but I will no entertain you today," she lay back and put on the shades nonchalantly. Rafael smirked and threw a jade hairpin which landed on her chest. "You shameless man!" Coco gasped and sat up again glaring at him from behind her glasses, she picked it and wanted to throw it into the swimming pool when he caught her arm. "Don't throw it away, you refused to take it back at the auction," Rafael said fixing the hairpin into her updo bun. Coco was speechless.

“You sure you want to do this? You don’t have to be the one wearing the wire.” “Yes, I do.” I held his shirt. “He needs to look Flinn’s daughter in the eyes while he buries himself. I need that.” Zander didn’t argue with me. “Then we do it together. I’ll be right there with you the whole night.” There was a knock on the door. Brick poked his head in. “Hawk’s finally talking. You two should hear this.” We followed him down to the basement where they were keeping the former president. Hawk looked like shit, bruised, chained to a chair, but still trying to look tough and all.

Alice smiled and said, "President Rooney, don't worry. I'll vouch for Qin and give you the money if he can't afford it." She had learned a lot about Qin Haodong over the past days, and it was clear to her that this young man was not as ordinary as he looked. He was super-rich. "Well, since President made a promise, I'll bet Mr. Qin five million dollars." Except for Rooney, three or four members of the delegation stood out, and the wager has already reached 20 million dollars in total, including that of Rooney and Robben. Then Qin Haodong started to extract the tooth.

"How did you know about that? I don't remember telling you anything." She shrugged, looking way too pleased with herself. "Nothing happens without me knowing, Raine. You should know that by now." I groaned. "Jesus Christ." "Yeah, yeah." She waved me off, then pointed toward the front. "That man is Cole Maddox, by the way." "Wait. What?" "Cole Maddox," she repeated slowly, like I was dense. "Vice President of the Revenants. Ring any bells?" Cole Maddox was the name that had been on the alert that I received about a week ago. That was the guy who sent me ten thousand dollars? The same guy who walked into my garage with a busted bike and that annoying attitude?

On every damn news channel, live, waving to a crowd of reporters and supporters of his, the flash of cameras exploding around him like fireworks. The headline beneath him reads in bold letters, sickening him to the stomach. “JAMESON MADDOCK ANNOUNCES INTENTION TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.” Reid’s body goes completely still, his fingers trembling in slowly rising anger. The image burns itself into his mind, that smirk, that gleam of power, that same smug face Rowland had whispered about across that café table almost a week ago.

"What about it?" "Custom-made. Platinum Montblanc with hand-engraved lunar phases and a Coleman Corp blue diamond inset in the clip. Only six exist in the world." James pulled out his tablet, showing me the authentication certificate he'd somehow obtained. "Five are accounted for—one in Michael's personal collection seized by the Feds, one gifted to the President of Singapore during the trade delegation, one in Maria's possession, one in a private collection in Dubai, and one presented to the Museum of American Business Innovation last year."

i stutter out as he presses again on the thin skin and I cum hard panting out his name as my hips jerk, emtying my load down his throat he licks the tip then stand. "Figure out what you want Nixon because the only one whos denying this is you" he points between us and walk out of the room closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, right! The bitch is mine, okay? I don’t care what you do to my jerk of a father, but spare me the bitch. She owed me, big time.” Shaking her head, smiling a little, Hera grabbed the strip of plywood she had wrapped. It was lying helpless on the ground, its once shiny red wrap now punctured with dirty footsteps. Its corners were actually ripped and she could see the red paint she’d used to inscribe the best description befitting the president. She couldn’t wait to hang this as a plaque for his corpse. “Before we go there,” started Hera as she wheeled around for the last time, trying to know which way to go. “Is there something we should know about the president?”

How comfortable I grew next to her, unwittingly allowing a useless Omega mate into my carefully curated life of power and influence. And while I slowly let Mae seep into my every breath like a lethal fungus, she was planning her escape. My blood simmers with fury, and I actively talk my wolf down, though I’m confused by the new, strange twinge of regret just under the surface of my anger. “President Kensington!” My focus turns to one reporter while the rest of the press falls quiet. “What do you think of your potential rival, Henry Whitmore, in the upcoming election? It’s been reported that his new secretary has recently helped secure substantial funding for his campaign.”