Suzanne Collins Books Novels & Stories

The car took off in great speed, Suzanne went back inside and carried all the books to her room, determined to really make Ryan proud of her indeed. 'You need help with that?' Shane asked wryly as he eyed the books which she struggled to carry all by herself. 'I got it,' she said and shook her head at his offer. She made her way up the stairs carefully and slowly. 'Whatever!' Shane shrugged and left for the outdoors to jog. Suzanne managed to carry all the books to her room and sent them tumbling on her bed. She took in quick breaths and plopped down on her bed. Scanning quickly, she selected the smallest and thinest of the books.

You could easily tell by the beautiful cover. “You’re back early” He says closing it. “I had no idea you read these types of books” I sat beside him and took it up. “I’m full of surprises” He says, taking it from me. “This is one of my favorite books. The story is just perfect!” “I know right! Suzanne Collins is so dope!” “I agree,” he replied, chuckling. “For once we agree on something”

"That's crazy.” "There is nothing sensible about these people, Hillary," said Colton in a tired voice. Suzane frowned, but then went to the closet, flipped through the notebook and turned pale when she found Hunter's name. While the shock took over her, I turned to Mikaela, in fact there was still some resentment on her face, but she watched me with a slight hope growing in her eyes. "I want to talk to you two," I spoke in a firm tone. "Can't it wait? “Asked Mikaela.

That she wasn’t as indifferent as she had pretended to be. That she cared. Maybe too much. Her gaze drifted back to Liam just in time to see Bianca hand him a bottle of water, her fingers lingering against his for a second too long. Suzanne felt something snap inside her. A sane woman would say no. A rational woman would turn around and leave. But Suzanne? She clutched her stomach, let out a sharp gasp, and collapsed to her knees. “Oh—God—it hurts—” she cried, clutching her abdomen as if she were in unbearable pain.

“Books for you, Ma’am. Special delivery.” Hazel’s heart skipped a beat. “For me?” She stared at the crate, hesitant, as if it might bite. Slowly, she reached forward and pulled open the lid. Inside, there were dozens of books, both old and new. Fingers trembled as she ran them over the spines. This wasn’t a coincidence. Hazel looked up at Suzzy, as her stomach twisted. “Who sent these?” Suzzy smirked. “Who do you think?” Hazel’s grip tightened on the book she had pulled out.