Primrose Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She said with a gloomy face. "I have enough hope to sustain the both of us. You just have to try your best to live, I'll come up with a way to get us out of here." I assured her and she nodded slowly. Fate was kind enough to bring me a friend after I lost Isis and I would only take this as a sign that all hope isn't lost yet. Unfortunately, Primrose never seemed to recover completely from the extraction so she was always weak and looked sick. The fact that we were being fed poorly did not help matters.

She pouted, jerking her jaw at Joel. "Okay, you carry me to the kitchen." Currently, Primrose has difficulty walking, but she definitely does not mind that the first person, Joel, has to take care of her. Joel also did not intend to complain; without saying a word, he directly leaned over, supported Primrose's back, and carried her into the dining room, setting her down on a comfortable chair. Then, Joel turned to the kitchen to get Primrose a bowl of hot chicken porridge that was still steaming, making Primrose unable to help but gulp. The scent is really fragrant, easily stimulating the appetite of someone who has just woken up like her.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

"I can't believe to see you here." He turned and saw a girl, maybe a junior, a camera on her hand. The blush on her cheeks looked appealing to him. Good thing that in 300 years of his existence, he could control now his hunger for flesh. By instinct, Primes hunt the prey at night in full moon once they were in full form, on their strongest mode. But their way of food cycle brought them trouble as human law sentenced it as murder. Gaining attention wasn't always good but they couldn't help who they were. It was on their 200th year that Algene fell in love with a human and adapt their ways of living. Conscience broke him and changed his perspective and they all made a pact not to harm. He dism

It won't be hard for him to get information. "Honestly I sympathize with her. That's why I promised myself to treat her well and respect her even though we don't have any romantic feelings for each other." He paused for a moment. I got a feeling that there's still a lot more in the story. "... then, what happened?" "Primrose grew up in a messed up environment, that made her personality mess up as well," he stared at me sadly. "One day she threw a tantrum at my palace, then she ended up whipping my nanny and accidentally killed her."

Her eyes watered, "I don't want to lose you" "I understand Mother" I returned, kissed her cheeks while grabbing the mop stick beside her, and walked out of the kitchen. I had just entered the storage room to continue my chores when I felt a presence behind me. Without whipping my head behind to check, I could already make out the identity of the intruder. "Well isn't it the youngest slave of the pack, Elora Dawnson? I knew I would find you here" his annoying voice came but I refused to reply and continued cleaning like I was doing initially.

Something that makes my spine prickle. Primrose looks at me. And in her eyes, she senses it too. Even though she hasn't seen the man. And my gut clenches. Something isn’t right. Something is very wrong.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

I wanted to hold onto her arms and stop her but I just couldn’t it’s like my energy gets drained when it talks about her. “Anyway, babe this is Xihizo, my best friend. He’s been my friend since I was eight. My Grandma, Val has been supporting him for the rest of his school years after his mother died from an illness. She was once a member of the household and she was great with her work.” She said in a very joyful tone that was starting to tingle in my head. This was supposed to be my mood earlier if she didn’t come in with a man. And besides what is it with his small eyes? Does he even have eyes behind it? Like whenever he smiles I couldn’t see any pupils. “Let me guess? His mother was the

She tried answering, but the voice came with hands, she did not see them but they grabbed the memories like physical objects and drew them in front of her. 'Villa was killed... Your mother was killed... Your father imprisoned you...' "Stop!" She yelled holding her head. 'No, don't fight it, deep in you you have a flame of vengeance burning, it needs fuel' "I don't want..." 'Stop lying to yourself! You have insulted yourself, others have insulted you, underestimated you! You are Princess Vladimir Tamaska, the first Royal Hybrid, take your throne! Show those who smeered mud in your face who you really are!'