The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Novels & Stories

The edge. It’s overwhelming. I grab the handle just as someone shoves the door open from the other side. The door swings wide. And she tumbles straight into my arms. I catch her instinctively, one arm wrapping around her waist as I steady her. Static crackles between us. Goosebumps erupt across my skin. Her scent floods my lungs. Euphoria slams into me. I look down. Fiery orange curls. Pine-green eyes. Freckles scattered everywhere. Full, soft lips.

Drops it. But the fire’s spreading. And Creek laughs. “Oops.” He claps. The nursery roof collapses. “No!” Lyana screams. Pride starts crying. The sound hits the air. The vines erupt. Not black this time. Gold. From the ground. From the keep. From the Tree two miles out. They don’t grab wolves. They grab fire. They drink it. Smother it. The flames die. Instant. Pride stops crying. Silence. Every eye turns to Lyana. To Pride.

Neon signs, headlights, the wet reflection of the road after a brief rain she had not even noticed from the 38th floor. She watched it without really seeing it, her mind turning over the day in pieces, like broken glass. The conference room. Hale's face when she corrected his numbers, that tight smile that was not a smile. Lucian's voice when he spoke about the videos, low and even, how the whole room had gone silent to listen to him. The weight of the new key card in her bag felt heavier than plastic should feel.

After a few more seconds of scanning the area, Scar found the little one with a careful eye. She was on her knees in front of the fire with her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. Her lips were pulled into a straight line as her head tilted forward toward her bent legs. The flaming heat didn't seem to phase her as she kneeled there in quiet agony. She wore one of Scar's shirts with her large boots that were placed on her feet lazily, it was as if she had just jumped straight out of bed and ran all the way here, Scar imagined that had been the case. With a heavy heart, Scar ventured toward her before sitting behind his broken woman, his legs bent on either side of her with his arms placed s

I let him fall to my side as I look at the sky and then close my eyes, allowing the happiness I feel to run through me. When I open them, I look around and don’t see Darius, and the sky is blood red. I run back to the village to hear screaming. As I pass one of the houses, I stop dead and look at the scene in front of me. The entire village is on fire and tears run down my cheeks as I watch my friends running from dark figures chasing them.

I felt the tears beginning to well in my eyes and I knew I would never be able to deny him. While I waved my torch of anger for David wildly, I was helpless against Devon. Where David was fire, Devon was water, soothing the place where David had burned me. He was doing it now. I let out a whimper as I felt him tickle my ear with his lips. He licked it lightly. I couldn't fight the feeling that permeated my chest, the sparks that shot through my abdomen.

My teacher ran towards me and tried to control my body as the seizure took hold. Aliyah held me down, but more vision was coming assaulting my senses. I looked up, and I saw people around me. Every one of them was consumed by fire. All my classmates and the school were burning up. The big dark shadows with dark wings were pulling down everyone to the fire. It was like a bonfire of people. Then, I saw him walking towards me. His blue eyes are full of anger. He is coming for me with the bloodied sword in his hand. I scream and run as far away from him.

Is fire catching her tongue? And Chase? who is Chase?. "Come on."I didn't wait to be told twice. I started running, taking long strides behind her. I was about turning the corner the girl Aria had disappeared through when I tripped upon a stone, awaiting my landing on the floor with closed eyes. Dead is the princess!. * * TBC

Twenty-one candles flicker on top. But I don’t see them. I don’t hear the singing. I don’t smell the breakfast. All I see is her. All I smell is bonfires and roasted marshmallows. Her eyes flick to mine, and she almost drops the cake. Her father catches it, but neither of us are paying attention. "Mate." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it shakes my entire world. "Mate." I confirm, and in an instant, I run to her. She barely has time to react before I grab her, wrapping my arms around her as our bodies collide. The second our skin touches, the sparks ignite, spreading like wildfire across my skin.

I loosen up my tie, rest my back on this humongous seat, and rub my temple repeatedly. But when I finally open my eyes, the figure is still there. And right now, she’s taking baby steps toward me. A smile appears on my face when this goddess gorgeous woman calls me in her usual sensual tone, "Hi, Dmitri Sullivan. I’ve finally caught you. Are you ready to satisfy my cravings?" “The Virgin’s Cravings it is,” say the two of them inwardly. - THE END - to be continued... THE MISTRESS'S CRAVINGS: HIS BETROTHED (BOOK 2)