Peeta Novels & Stories

I half yelled. " Okay, bla bla." He said swiftly turning and heading towards the opposite direction. I shaked my head slightly, before turning back continueing my journey to the dinning room... As I dug my fork into the well made Pad Thai. And as I mulch on it, my mind drifted back to what I heard. Is Pete the fake Pete? If he was how come they have same voices. Pete is a jovial person and I don't believe he could have masterd Krit's cold reaction so perfectly.

“We’ll get our morning snacks when we stop for gas.” “Just a half a beef jerky? Eww,” Gemma groaned. "Kyle that's gross." “Beggars can’t be choosers, Gemma. Besides, I don’t think you’ll starve to death between now and our first pit stop.” Gemma sat back in her seat with a dramatic sigh. “I just might. I need a mocha and a powdered doughnut, stat.” “Quit being overly dramatic. You’re not going to school to be a drama major,” Kyle laughed.

There was a cloud of smoke, but it was not coming from the village square, instead, it was emanating from the Dibia's kitchen, which was made from a palm leaf in a secluded area. Jidenna was tiptoeing now and his mouth continued to water when he saw the naked animal which glittered with oil as if passed through a jelly. "The gods have blessed this night," He whispered and picked the roasting animal. The first bite was a testimony that the meat had not been releasing an empty aroma. It tasted just as his nose had detected, though much sweeter. "Taa," Someone shouted and Jidenna jumped, hiding the skewed chicken behind. "Izu, why are you shouting as if you just saw a ghost?" He asked the boy w

Lilika and I had a common enemy and convenient enough, that woman was my only threat. "No need to worry about that," Lilika assured as she strolled around with a pan filled with water and headed to the cooker. "I've hired a private investigator to go look into her. By the way, her name is Alva Pierce. She grew up in the ghetto side of town. Attica to be precise. If someone like her was born there. We are bound to find something to rope her with. Trust me, Doria, she is merely a pesky fly that will get swabbed sooner than later."

Creed said smiling “ don’t say anything Charlotte is taking a shower and will be here when she’s done” I groan taking a sit in my desk chair “ How was sleeping on the floor?” Ryan mocks making kissy faces “ terribly but it was worth it.” I huffed. Unwrapping my plate, I pick up a piece of bacon enjoying the delicious taste. This world wouldn’t be the same if bacon didn’t exist. We wait for her to come in while I listen to Creed and Ryan yell at each other about what food is best. Eating my eggs a soft knock of the door steals my attention

Stunned, the three looked at each other, except for Mike before following the director towards his office. They went to the office with Derek whom they met on their way to the office. “What is he intending to tell us? It seems important because he calmed down immediately,” Andrei whispered while elbowing Derek to get his attention. Mike and Casya walk in front at the same time, while the three of them are in the back together. Black Dog is what they call Derek Paz. He is the most adept at finding evidence. He can tell instantly whether the person he is talking to is good or not. He is also very strict with the results of the cases, he will not release until the culprit is caught.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

Alfredo Fabri POV As you might already known, I am Alfredo Fabri. Within the Family, I simply go by Fabri, but outside the Family, they call me “The Butcher”. Why, you ask?. Well, if you stick around long enough, then you might just find out. All my life, I've always been second. Second this, second that, and currently I am Sottocapo, ranking as the second to the Boss of the Colombo Family. I know, it sucks, but that's reality.

I curiously asked, placing my elbows on the counter. "It's called Ratatouille. Trust me you'll love it," He answered, his eyes focused on his hands. "Yummy-like in the movie?" I questioned, letting out a small laugh. Setting his knife down, he looked up at me and gave me a confused look. "The animated film with the little rat that cooks?" I tried to explain but his puzzled expression remained. "What are you talking about?" He asked, turning around and tending to the pot on the stove.