Peeta Katniss Novels & Stories

She has too. "Hey, Peachie baby." Peach turn around to look at Mourge. She looks hot with her black widow suit. "Are you wearing a costume?" Peach asks. Mourge roll her eyes. "Bitch I'm not. You are the tenth peson to ask if I'm wearing a costume." Peach laughs. She really looks like she's wearing a black widow costume. "I like it. Super tight making me see every curve in your body." Peach complimented Mourge.

“What?” Katniss shifts her weight to now lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over her very bare chest, a smirk playing on her lips like she’s about to drop the juiciest bit of gossip. “Aren’t you dying to know why I’m here? Why I'm naked?” She sighs, faux-sympathetic. “Poor thing. Fine, I’ll spell it out for you, I had sex with Sven. The King you used Fae magic into forming a mate bond with.”

“Kat” POV Samatha It’s a long drive to Katrina’s. We stop for gas, and Jason brings me back a Dr Pepper and Cheetos. I don’t know whether Kyle told him to get it for me, or maybe he remembered from our last trip. I take it happily. No one has really said anything the entire trip. I feel like everyone can hear me snacking on my Cheetos.

**POV Cassandra** I remember waking up this morning, exhausted after spending the last four days by Luna Katy’s side. She was meticulous with the details — and when I made mistakes, her punishment was to lock me in a dark room, leaving me alone for hours, as if I were a child in time-out. But strangely, she never raised her voice at me. Despite the exhaustion and strictness, Katy maintained an air of kindness... Yet, deep down, I sensed something was wrong. She was too curious, always trying to pry into my past, as if she were suspicious or expecting to uncover some hidden truth.

His Pet: Sweet Dreams, Catalina WTF? So, he was going to pretend this never happened? What did I expect? He was stone-cold, cocky Professor Malcolm Wright, after all.

Then again, she only had about ten total. "We Scots call her Nessie." She smiled and sipped her cocoa. "That's right. Cattenach's a Scottish name." Grunting, he claimed the seat on the other side of the couch, giving her a wide berth. "Makes sense with your coloring." Bones curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table and promptly closed his eyes. Smart dog. Which reminded him... "What kept you awake? Talking it out will help." He crossed his arms, wondering how many branches of the crazy tree he'd smacked his head on when he'd fallen. He'd typically take a second coming of the bubonic plague over conversation.

I glared at him, my rage simmering just beneath the surface. "What do you want? And who are you? Can't you see I'm in no mood for company?" My tone conveyed my disinterest in engaging with anyone. He smiled, moving closer to me. I looked at him with empty, emotionless eyes. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I think I've seen you before. You're Luna, the mate of Alpha Dean. What happened? Why did you come here to find comfort, drowning your sorrows?" I had no desire to hear him out. His words only fueled my anger. Standing up, holding my drink, I turned to confront him. Without waiting for his response, I emptied my glass over his head.

He said and I nodded. “I am not forgetting that, dad. But we have pack members, and just like we are a mafia family, he is too. You are Capo dei Capi, and he is Pakhan, the one difference is that I am a woman in a man’s world on this one. You know very well that I am not ready to lead all these men who…”

The dishes he'd prepared were likely catered to Rita's tastes. I decided not to say anything later. The live stream viewers' comments came streaming in. "See, Peyton only listens to what Rita says! Whoever shipped him with Riley is blind!" "Can you see the love they share? No one can get between them!" "Besides, Peyton said the person he likes is here, right? Don't forget it can't be anyone but Rita!" … I was distracted when eating the fish fingers, so I didn't notice a stray bone within the meat. It got lodged in my throat. I coughed violently.

“And give her what she needs to feed herself and children.” “You do realize that the merchant is going to tell everyone that a high-ranked wolf bought half his stock, right?” Marcel asked as the two of us walked out. “let him do that.” I said calmly. “I want the food that is within the Petrova territory to reach the people who need them. I don’t care what it would take, pretend that they’re not coming from out grounds, but these people are going to be dying for choices that could have been made for them… and their children shouldn’t suffer because of it.”