Names Hunger Games Novels & Stories

About who would ultimately control the Elysian empire. As he walked out of the dining room, he could hear Victoria's rapid whispers to Nathan, poorly disguised as excitement. His father's heavy silence said a lot. For the first time in years, Alexander had managed to disrupt the perfect Elysian family dinner script.The family dinners usually left a bitter taste in his mouth, but tonight? Tonight he'd finally seen fear flash across Nathan's face. And that made every minute worth it. And this was just the beginning. He pulled out his phone, typing quickly: *Family Dinner. Next Sunday. Wear something elegant.*

The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.

"What happened?" She pulled back, wiped her face and looked at me with those dark eyes that had been destroying me since we were thirteen. "I went to surprise him," she said. "With dinner. I made—I actually cooked, Diego. I made that pasta thing from the recipe you sent me. I bought wine. I wore the dress he likes. I thought—" She stopped. "I thought maybe if I showed him I could be casual and fun and not needy, he'd—I don't know. Want me. Actually want me."

Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."

That did little to ease me, but I plastered an innocent smile on my face and clung closer to him, might as well start the acting now. Once we reached the “throne” room, Brad sat down and pulled me onto his laugh. I let out a squeak and a giggle. The kind of fake sweet giggle that would usually have me rolling my eyes, but I had to play this just right. I asked to see his home but I guess that was a little too forward, because Brad mumbled an apology and said maybe later. I couldn’t find a trace of any wolves at the house. I was here because there is an unusually high amount of rogues in the area and it is believed that this bear gang is working with them. Why they would be working together i

"Cheers!" "Cheers to more funds!" "To more funds!" Lara Daniels, Gianna, Jack, Oliver and Mia gathered at Lara's mansion on Madison Avenue to celebrate. The five of them had grown up together on Doyers street and since then, they've been inseparable. They were all poor kids living on the streets without parents or guardians, they had learned to fend and look out for each other's backs for survival. Now they were in their mid 20's, full of life and more adventures.

Half an hour later, and a good few runs through my favourite, I hate my life playlist and I was standing outside of Honey Perhaps, a silly name I had thought wouldn’t do well but Central London ate that up. “Honey I’m home,” I called out, and the response was immediate. “Drea! You piece of shit,” Kian’s voice resounding bounced through the walls. Furnished with flowers and rows of baked treats with little sugar signs spun to add that artisan touch, “Where have you been?” He had his hands on his hips and flour in his hair, an apron already muttered with coffee stains and what I hoped was chocolate and not hair dye. “Planning my revenge,” and I let out a monstrous laugh that would put Malefici

Whatever twisted game fate thinks it’s playing with me… it’s not going to work. “It feels like I’m in trouble because you invited me for breakfast, especially since I’m only a slave. It’s hard to eat with you watching me.” she admits. “So you won’t eat?” I ask. “I will,” she answers. “Then eat,” I command. She looks at the food with obvious hunger written all over her face, but still, she hesitates. It’s ridiculous how someone who is clearly starving can fight themselves this hard over accepting a plate of food, but she’s going to lose this battle because hunger always wins.

I paid at the counter with the last of my weekly allowance which was equal to the bus fare for that week. I groaned as I walked out of the store angrily. I got angrier when I got back to the school premises only to find out that Lucas Anderson was gone. He was gone, like vanished. I stomped my feet against the ground as I groaned in frustration. My phone suddenly beeped with a message from an unknown number. *Let the hunger games begin* L.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?