Novel & Cerita Nightlocks Hunger Games

and then akash led payal to left one and then Aarav came and led my hand and kissed each of my knuckles, which bring the fire in my body and led me to the centre one. Night is still young... And I don't want this to end soon, all the problems that we are facing , this is a perfect distraction for them.

"Surely, that should have some form of effect on you?" "Yes, it does." "Why not stop with the teasing and just come inside me already?" "Remember the new game? You'll ask me to marry you before this lockdown is over." "And you intend to use this means of torture to make me—" Eve couldn't finish. Her words stopped mid-sentence as Elvin took one deep thrust into her, and she let out a moan, arching her back to him and parting her legs further, allowing him to go deeper. He filled her up, and she sucked in air. She felt his hand on her waist, and not waiting for him to please her, she began moving her waist in a circular motion.

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.

The Nightbane franchise was drowning in stadium debt, and the Blackthorne lineage was the only force that could keep the sports council from stripping our family name. Darius’s harsh features melted into a false, booming smile that made my stomach turn. “Have you eaten since you left the high ridge, Lyra? The kitchens can prepare the fresh elk-kill before you return to the arena offices.” This was the same male who hadn't spoken my name in eight winters unless it was to curse my mother’s bloodline. His warmth was nothing but an invitation to the slaughter.

As large as the house was that Lucas had managed to find for them, it wasn’t difficult for Jo to find a room without an occupant, even though many of the Hunters were sleeping now that the hunt was over, and the meeting afterward had dismissed over an hour ago. She lay on her back staring up at the foreign ceiling, wondering if she should watch the video of the attack from the perspective of someone outside first or sleep first and watch later.

I leave a kiss on her shoulder and I feel how she shudders, having her so close I see the small cut on her lip, shit I hurt her when I hit her, but I get desperate and pissed off that they don't obey me and she has to learn that disobeying me is he pays with death or in his case with punishments. I get out of bed and walk to the inn to see the outside of the house I am in, it is one of the houses that I have in my name, I remember the meeting with Dark and an excessive hatred is revealed in my chest, son as a whore I'll have your head, that of your lapdog and that of the sniper bitch one of these days, a three for one, the plan is already being executed and I'm sure it will be a success beca

“Not quite the proud princess anymore, are you?” “Stay away,” Shama whispered, inching backward. Ekansh’s smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it. “No need to run. It’s over, Shanaya.” He paused, his smile sharpening. “Let's end this game of yours, shall we?" In a swift motion, he lunged forward, his hand wrapping around her throat. Shama gasped as she felt the pressure tighten, her breath cutting off abruptly. Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled against his grip, clawing at his fingers, desperation flooding her system.

It tasted like pure, frozen lithium and crushed starlight. I opened my eyes, my silver irises narrowing to tiny, lethal slits as I stared across the dark river at the empty stone ledge. The soul-lock was leaking. The old bond between us was vibrating against my ribs like a struck tuning fork. "Your cage is breaking, sweetheart," I whispered into the dark, my voice vibrating with a deep, fierce possessiveness that made the forest shadows tremble. "And they are all coming to watch you burn. Keep your head down for one more night, because I am right here in the dark, and nobody gets to touch my mate. If I have to stack two hundred bodies in this stream to keep you hidden, I will do it before th

Anger rises so fast it makes my vision blur. “They turned my whole line into a secret lock,” I say. Kael looks at me, then back at the page. His voice is colder now. “There’s more.” He turns another page. This time the words appear faster, like they’ve been waiting too long to be read. If the gate opens fully, the packs will not fall by fang or war. They will fall by hunger from the old dark beneath them. Silence. The torch in Kael’s hand cracks softly. Neither of us moves. “Hunger?” I say finally.

The light dies, and the game begins. I am waiting for that sound. It is my starting gun. You turn, heart hammering against your ribs like a bird in a cage, and you bolt. You don't look back. You never look back. That is your mistake. If you looked back, you would see me. You would see the way I stretch, the way I peel myself off the concrete floor, elongated and hungry, reaching for the hem of your shirt.