The Hunger Games Novel Novels & Stories

And I want him to share other parts of his life with me, too. For now, though, I'm content to just be here in his arms. "I win," he says, leaning down and brushing his lips across mine. "No," I murmur against his mouth. "I think I did." END OF BOOK ONE: HIS WICKED GAMES

He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer. "What is wrong with you four?" Rasmore asked, holding his nose. For the past month, they had been stuck up in the ancient library without food, water, or baths. Only after they gave up were they willing to come out, but with piles of magic books that they had decided to re-read in case they had left some lines behind. "What happened?" Hashmuk asked, walking towards them. He grabbed Kelvin, checking to see if he was okay, but Kelvin just pushed him away.

"I didn't bring a present on your birthday, so maybe now. Sorry for being late, and I brought you books that you may likeㅡ" I immediately closed the box and returned it to him. He was surprised by what I did and seemed even more confused. "I can afford my own things," I said and turned my attention back to reading. I saw him smile and scratched the back of his neck while still facing me. "It's up to you, the limited edition cover of the Hunger Games is still here.." He said softly but I heard it. Wait for what? Did he say limited edition? I gasped and immediately grabbed the box back from me but he was stronger and had a tighter grip on the box so I couldn't get it back. Fuck!

And I stood there in a library full of forbidden books, learning that my entire existence was a lie designed by a goddess who was too scared to finish what she started. The hunger stirred again. Faint. Testing. I pushed it down. Not yet, I thought. You don't get to win yet. I didn't know if it could hear me. I didn't know if it mattered. But it was all I had.

I did not look back at the troughs as I cleared the steps. The script of the novel was completely gone. There were no neat acts or heroic chapters left, just a messy, suffocating reality where the villains and the victims were breathing the exact same black smoke. There was no grand confrontation waiting for us, just the long, dark walk up to the Great Hall through the grease and the ash, with the midnight deadline closing in like a trap.

Her mother held the novel and looked at the table for a moment. "When do you start," she said. "After I come home," Nora said. "Three weeks. And then back here." "And then here," her mother said. Not a question. Just confirming the shape. "And then here," Nora confirmed. Her mother nodded. "Good," she said. She opened the novel. Then she looked up one more time. "The amendment about speaking directly to Isolde's mother instead of through the intermediary." "Yes." "That was smart," she said. "I know," Nora said.

Kara struggled the most. She had been a shadow for so long that being flesh and blood felt like a prison. Her body demanded things she had never needed before. Food, water, sleep. Warmth when the wind blew cold. Rest when her muscles ached. She had not known that hunger could hurt so much, that thirst could make her throat burn, that exhaustion could make her bones feel like lead.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

I never got used to the strange eye color of the Lunous, and after hearing Macy's story, I doubt I ever will. The crowd erupts in applause, and the announcer retreats as the two girls enter the arena. They appear to circle each other before settling into their positions in the pit. Bronte's dark skin glints in the sunlight, and Cynthia's silver eyes look so piercing that they give me chills. After a few tense moments of stillness, the two transform into their wolf, and a loud roar breaks the tension as they fight in combat. The Lunous girl, Cynthia, utilizes her heightened speed to go straight for Bronte's dark-furred neck, and it's immediately clear who will win.

You can't have two mates or so. However, it was mentioned in the novel that the owner of my body, Evelyn, was born to another woman. However, I don't know if it was true or not since this novel consists of five hundred chapters which I immediately dropped. Anyway, the chapter that I read was filled with bullying, gore, bloody scenes, and lovey-dovey between the two protagonists. Yes, this novel is rated for eighteen and above.