Teslee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

A loud animalistic growl escapes from his throat, my life seems to flash before my eyes as he cast his red burning gaze at me. Kael was right, Talon Aspen is the Klux, the killer and obviously not Alvarez's son and right now, the fierce predator seems to have found his prey and it is none other than me, Lilac Hirav-Aapen. I might die tonight. ~

She was wearing a shimmery dress that revealed one of her legs through the slit and it was backless. Why the hell was she dressed for the prom or something? Hunter thought annoyed. The girl shifted on her feet before she quietly sat on the empty sofa to his left. Hunter noticed that the king was glaring at her and to ease up the atmosphere Chief Fernando whispered something in King's ear. Alpha Waylen pulled to his feet, "Let's go, I'm hungry." He said as the girl quickly got to her feet, her head bowed down. Hunter followed the two of them quietly. He couldn't help but mull over the food. What if it was drugged or something? He didn't trust Alpha King one bit.

Katniss “Scarlett, never in my life did I think you could stoop this low. For what? Love? You nearly killed an innocent child,” I spat, my voice trembling with raw fury. “You didn’t just kidnap Giselle—you poisoned her! Do you even want to know what her condition is right now?!” Scarlett remained silent, her lips pressed into a firm, unyielding line.

What game was he playing? Without another word from him, she slipped toward the kitchen, where Tessa stood waiting. The young woman was already grinning, her eyes sparkling as though she had been told she herself was about to step into a fairy tale. “Oh, ma’am, we’re going to find the most stunning dress! You’ll be the jewel of the night.” Tessa said with uncontained excitement. Eden almost envied her joy. She almost wished she could feel it too. Almost. But fear dulled it quickly.

What's your name ? --Cassandra. (I answered shyly) -- You have a beautiful name. (Said Inès) -- Thank you for the compliment but where am I? (I asked) -- It's normal for you to ask questions. So, I'm going to answer you honestly without being hypocritical. My brother and I are werewolves. (Said Inès)

She savagely eat the cheesecake with a fork. "I know you're judging me back there!" She hissed and I laughed. "Babe.. I didn't even say anything." I said as I sat on the ground beside her while watching Troy Bolton singing with that Gabriella.. girl. I saw Athena scooped her cheesecake and I stole it from her. She glared at me hard and she took the fork from my mouth. "You're making me more pissed." "Sorry baby.. I'm just hungry." I said and she pointed at the pizza. I opened the box and as usual.. she ordered my favorite.

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

While in the evening, it’s giving me more fear than I thought of. “We should try a Fantasy one.” “The Hunger Games?” “I’ve read and watched the whole trilogy.” “You pick.” He scrolled the movie list using the remote of their Smart TV. I chose a movie that I found a lot of good reviews about. It wasn’t a book-to-movie adaptation so the storyline was fresh in my eyes. In the first twenty minutes of the movie, Minnie brought two medium-sized ceramic bowls. “Instant ramen for the two of you.” “Thanks,” We both said.

But the moment I pulled the container out, Tessa—who had apparently developed the ability to teleport—gasped audibly from the doorway. “Oh my God. Is that... real food?” “It’s rice and stew, Tessa. Calm down.” “You have a mother who actually cooks for you?” she asked, looking genuinely emotional. “Like, with love? And seasoning?” “...Obviously?” She slumped into the chair opposite me. “I survive on instant noodles and poor life choices. My kitchen is basically just a place where I store my shoes and wine.”