The Hunger Games Mockingjay 1 Novels & Stories

Because this time Lexie knew who she was truly giving herself to. A moan slipped from her as I took another lick as I lapped up more of her juices for the hunger I had building inside of me. Nipping at the pink flesh my fangs elongated enough to pierce it slightly without causing any pain for me to take a taste of what flowed within her. The taste of her juices mixed with her blood sent waves of hunger and desire to my soul begging me to make her mine. I wanted to shut that part of me down, but I had promised Lexie this one night of me truly giving myself to her. So instead, I gave into the hunger and devoured her pussy like it was the last meal I would ever get from her.

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

“Oh, but she is.” And then his blackened gaze slid to Lena. The moment their eyes met, everything changed. Something inside her snapped. Heat coiled in her stomach, sharp and unbearable, searing through her veins. Her breath hitched, her vision blurring. The hunger—the need—it was too much. A violent, clawing ache tore through her body, like she was being pulled apart from the inside out. She knew him. But she shouldn’t. Lena staggered back, her chest tightening, her body betraying her. No. No, this isn’t real. This isn’t—

I could still feel it in the air from earlier, faint but persistent, like it had soaked into the walls of the academy itself. Jayden Fisher Hale. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. I did not want answers from books or councils or ancient prophecies whispered by men who had forgotten what real hunger felt like. I did not want diluted samples or guarded explanations meant to keep power balanced and people comfortable. I wanted a taste. Just one.

Probably wasn't a no. Burney put his hand on my shoulder, as if reading my thoughts. "Time to cover up," Stan said, handing Burney a strip of cloth and a clean pillow case. He took it, shooting me an apologetic look before stepping behind me. "Ready?" I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, searching one last time for Lillith's face before landing on Aaron's. His blue eyes met mine, piercing me, holding me steady as Burney lowered the red blindfold and knotted it, blanketing my world in darkness.

Beautiful enough to kill my hunger as well. I ran my fingers around each bottle and read their name tags. Simon stood and watched me as I acted like a silly girl. "Can I- I- am hungry!" My tummy growled in hunger. He grabbed onto a bottle of blood and passed it to me. "Here! Drink this." That was a big bottle. "Tiger blood? You want me to drink that whole bottle?" He nodded. "Fine then. As you say." As I grabbed onto the bottle to drink it, my hands started shivering and my head started spinning. Something was wrong. I've never felt like this before.

HUNTER’s POV Nevermind, I thought to myself, bringing my full attention back to Ava who had just stripped off her clothes before flinging her large melons against my chest as she jumped at me, startling me with an intense, hot kiss as she plunged her tongue inside me, claiming what was hers. Suddenly, she pulled away, her hands grabbing onto my shoulders as she rocked her hips against my now hard-on. Licking her lips, she let her hand fall between her thighs and I watch her slip a finger into her wet, slick cunt. I groaned, enjoying the unexpected show as she thrust her finger in and out of her pussy when she said,

Rainn's afraid to hurt me, Liam doesn't want Rainn to kill him, so he does to, but Malik seems to understand more that I'm going to get hurt even worse if I'm not completely prepared for an actual fight. The gods must have heard my silent prayer because Malik walks into the arena. If I wasn't already destined to Rainn, I would definitely be checking this man out. He looks like an actual Adonis. He's tall, muscled in all the right places with jet black hair and brilliant blue eyes. "I really don't want to go back in that cell so please don't look at me like that", Malik chuckled. "Sorry I was just happy that it was you today considering you're the only one that actually spars with me."

Felt humiliation crystallize into hunger. The Unhollow whispered through the scene. You were born here. Not in love. Not in protection. In hunger. The younger Jack in the memory lifted his head, eyes red. The Unhollow continued. Return to first function. Jack felt the old system awaken in his bones. Predator. Punish. Consume. Then Katherine's voice cut through the false memory. "Jack Miller." The dining room cracked. Katherine stood beside him in the memory, wearing the same battle-torn suit from Sterling Tower, holding the half-rebuilt rest-field emitter like a queen holding a blade.

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…