Reading The Hunger Games Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

I jolted awake, tightened my hold on her, and groaned until I felt her lips on my temple. She hushed, "I'll be right back," as she left the room. I grudgingly gave her permission to leave, and she got herself out of bed and proceeded for the kitchen. When I woke up again, Sharon was sitting up in the bed with one arm stretched about me and the other holding a copy of The Hunger Games. I had drifted off again. I turned my head in her way to let her know that I smelt something incredibly delicious coming from the direction of the kitchen.

To discover you're something you never wanted to be, bonded to people who hate what you are. I try to read, to focus on anything other than the pull in my chest that keeps tugging toward wherever they've put Ivan, Avalon, and Kaelen. But the words blur together on the page. My mind keeps wandering back to Ivan's mouth on mine, to the way his scent wrapped around me like a claim I couldn't escape. By late afternoon, hunger forces me to leave my room. The dining hall is buzzing with conversation that dies down when I enter. Eyes follow me as I grab a tray and load it with food I don't really want. I find an empty table in the corner and eat quickly, tasting nothing.

“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”

Things felt too peaceful these days, which made me anticipate another danger lurking behind the shadows. Focusing my attention back on the book I was reading, my stomach then rumbled, I continued with the hope I would endure it, but in less than five minutes I threw my legs to the floor, heading to the door. Who was I kidding? There was no way I could endure this hunger.

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived