Primrose Hunger Games Novels & Stories

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

Luke. Meanwhile… I step into the house and the smell hits me instantly, rich pork roast, crisping potatoes, spices that cling to the air like a promise. My stomach growls. My tongue waters. I'm fucking hungry. “Honey,” I call, kicking my shoes aside. Primrose’s head pops out from the kitchen. “I’m in here.” I smile, wandering in leisurely until I’m standing in the doorway, just watching her. My wife, moving so effortlessly in her space, stirring, turning, seasoning. Graceful even in the small things.

“I promise. You have no idea how happy he’ll be. I can finally pay his tuition, get him new books—maybe even fix his old laptop and get him an iPhone like his peers. Her excitement was genuine, and seeing her so overjoyed made my heart swell with warmth. For the first time that day, I felt at peace. Lucas’s POV As I walked into the house, all I could hear was her loud laughter with her maid. It infuriated me. She wasn’t supposed to be this comfortable—at least not yet. I hated noise, hated anything that disturbed my peace. “Can you keep it down?” I said sharply as I entered the living room. Davis, my assistant, trailed behind me with a briefcase and a box containing a few necessities that we

Damien POV I ignored him and headed back toward the pack house. The sun was high in the sky. Pack members were starting their day. They fell silent when they saw me. Some looked away. Others watched me with expressions ranging from pity to contempt. Everyone had seen what I had done. There was no escaping it. Vanessa was waiting on the stairs. She had changed out of her ceremonial dress into something more practical. When she saw me, she smiled as if nothing had happened.

I was going to wait until dinner, but it was Adley’s response that made me storm over to the closet door and put the magical jewelry Dain gave me to use. “Primrose nectar is used by anyone with a talent for potions, it’s not hard to come by if you have the need for it. Plus it’s not designed to make you forget everything the next day. So really, he didn’t roofie you.” She shook her head, making her sun-kissed waves bounce. Then, as though this were any better, she smiled and said, “…he drugged you.”

Giselle was in the kitchen with Layla, learning to make something with cardamom that she had no practical need for but was finding unexpectedly calming — the measuring, the stirring, the simple reliability of ingredients that did what they were supposed to do — when one of Damien's staff appeared in the doorway and said there was a woman at the gate who would not give her name but had asked, very quietly, if her daughter was home. Giselle went still with her hands still dusted with flour. "Go," Layla said, without ceremony, already reaching over to turn the stove off. Mia Primrose stood at the iron gate in the grey wool coat she always wore when she was nervous and wanted to look steadier th

Sharmaine opened her eyes, the surrounding space was as red as blood, she slowly followed the path of wisteria flowers, her bare feet covered in blood. She walked towards the giant wisteria tree in the distance, the petals carrying blood, Sharmaine walked more and more difficult but she kept moving forward. In the golden cage, Pandora wears a pure white dress, her arm covered in blood is holding roses. Pandora looked in Sharmaine's direction, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness. Two people are mother and daughter together, two people together want to have a free life.

The symbols on the page morph and transform into readable words before my eyes. Running my fingers over the page a long, thin, blonde strand of hair catches under my fingers. Between my forefinger and my thumb I grasp ahold of the strand of hair and hold it up to the light. The blonde shimmers slightly in the dim light of the library. I have only seen hair this color twice before. “Please belong to Lilith,” I mumble to myself. Just then a knock on the wall behind me startles me. I quickly place the hair back between the pages of the book and slam the cover shut. “What was that?” Erebus asks curiously as he lays his head on my shoulder and wraps his arms around my waist.

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

“Why are Princess Yvy and Prince Klev with Princess Angel? Shouldn’t Princess Angel be with Prince Haze?” Before Ms. Salvaria could answer, Yvy spoke up. This bitch really loves attention, huh. Can’t she just shut her mouth? Duh. “Of course! I’d rather be with Angel than that girl! It’s fine, Ms. Salvaria. Angel will be with me and Klev.” Yvy said. She turned to Angel with a smile, who seemed hesitant and opposed to what she said, but she couldn’t do anything but smile back at her friend.