Romans & histoires The Hunger Games Novel

Am I crying? “Whiskey?” Zelena called gently. I shot my gaze to hers and more tears poured down. I don’t cry. One tear, one lash. That's the rule. I can't cry. My breaths became shaky and my legs felt wobbly underneath me. “What did you do?” I screamed. Gunner grabbed Zelena’s arm and pulled her back a few steps. The movement of their feet drew my gaze and I saw something on the ground in between us. I dived for it, grabbing the small hunting knife before quickly standing again. I held it tight and spread my feet, readying myself. But something is wrong, something is missing. I don’t want to fight them, I don’t want to fight anyone. The desire I felt to kill Zelena was gone. The need to kill

Do not move, do not react, stay still when he comes towards you. Station Gamma Thorne outside the meeting, blade ready. Nova swallowed. Numb. Behind her Jax stopped breathing. His whole body rejected the instruction. Stay still. While someone tried to kill her. No. He would be in that tent and she would not be. His body was locked in place but every part of him was already at war. There are four books hidden behind a hidden door in the library. When you pry it open, an arrow, poisoned with old black, will fly.

The scene unfolds in slow motion, each blow landing with sickening force, filling me with a sense of helpless dread. "Leave him alone!" I shout at the men hurting him. "Or what, Princess?" one taunts, flashing a smile that reveals his rotten teeth. "I will..." My words are cut short by the sudden eruption of gunfire. The acrid smell of smoke scorched my nostrils. Instinctively, I duck, squeezing my eyes shut and covering my ears as bullets rain down once more. No matter how many times I find myself in these situations, they never get easier to endure.

I smiled sadly, and we all disengaged and walked to our separate classes. . . . Natalie's P. O. V I slowly regain consciousness and squint my eyes open. My sight was blurry at first, but soon it clears out. In a room and it's nicely lit. But I'm tied to a chair. That's bad news. I try to free myself but it's going to take longer than I expected and I could already hear footsteps coming in this direction. I stay still and someone walks in... With a tray in hand. " Little mistress says you should eat." He says and places the food in front of me. I look at him and scoffed.

My heart races in dread when it became clear this isn’t part of the game. The hand lit by orange flames makes my eyes widen in trepidation, and I slowly crawl backwards on my hands, a tremble on my lips as the image of the figure with a large hood over his head suddenly becomes familiar to me. Only, instead of a sword, he’s wielding fireballs instead.

It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames. The throne room was silent. It was like everyone was holding their breath for the young prince, saying their goodbyes. I kept my eyes on my nephew, the last honor I could give him before he passed, when suddenly, light like I've never seen before began spreading in the room. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it went into Avani. Murmurs broke out in the throne room and all eyes turned to the werewolf girl, still kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on my nephew.

Her pregnant belly wouldn’t save her. The SUV began to move and it didn’t help matters, the farther they got away from the warehouse, the more her panic only grew. The warehouse was a safe place. This was how she was going to die, in this suffocating hell, as the cloth only seemed to be closing in on her more and more. Sucking into her mouth and filling her throat which each desperate breath she tried to take.

“Romance novels wish they were this interesting. Or that the protagonists got to eat so much cheese.” Carolina watched the light filtering down through the fractured dome, how it threw squares across Xander’s knuckles, Lyra’s limping smile, the sulfur-bright gloss on the battered playing cards. For a moment, everything else receded. The hunger and the running and the trenches of old grief; all of it shrank, replaced—not by hope, exactly, but by a stubborn obligation to keep living, and to keep these people living, too.

The first message was: [Jason, I don't think you're suited to seduce Nina. [You're more suited to seduce me. Nina is so boring. She's just a blockhead.] After reading through the whole chat history, I realized Gemma had quite the appetite. Not only was she hanging onto Samuel, she also wanted to have a little something with Jason. Unfortunately for her, Jason almost never replied. I could feel a sudden desire to win pulsing inside of me. "Seen enough?" My head was lowered, so I did not notice Jason standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist, looking down at me.