Novel & Cerita Titus Hunger Games

Titus ordered! I was frozen. We were attacked. There are so many children, so many innocent people here, who can die, and there was nothing I could do about it. "Princess! Come! I'll take you to the shelter!" Titus said, not moving. His face was scrunching in some pain, holding his chest...He was shot. An icing arrow pierced his left shoulder, close to his heart. "Titus! Noo! Titus, hold on! Please! Please don't die on me! I said as he dropped at my feet. His breath was uneven.

“You will lose my daughter if you do anything to me and you know that. Why the hell else am I still alive if you plan to kill me?” “I am going to kill you, I am just waiting for my mate to be fine with it. Once she says she is done with you then you are going to die and there isnt much you are going to do about it.” Titus snapped. “You are the one that sent people to kill us aren't you?” he growled.

“You’ve always had a God complex. Even when we were children, you always had to do the right thing. Be happy you will die doing what is right, and I’ll live finally collecting what was mine. What was owed to me.” “She was never yours.” He shouts as he runs up to Titus and throws a punch. Titus dodges him, and they both start fighting. Xerxes punches him in the gut. He swings and hits him in the face. Xerxes staggers back. I clench my fist and glance at Xavier, who is watching intensely, not moving. They start fighting, exchanging blow for blow, but Xerxes' punches seem to be doing more damage. He punches him in his jaw, causing Titus to double over, and before he can recover, he slams his kn

“I love you, Tyler...” “How about a group hug!!“ Hugo yelled. Everyone hugged each other. Hugo is the one who kidnaps Kyra, which she discovers. Everyone burst out laughing. Even though the world is not yet at peace because of demons, people may be certain that someone will fight them. And that group is the Teen Hunters. THE END.....

The Tudors was a perfect example of this, which is why Miranda had found it so entertaining to read about. Miranda hadn’t spent all the time in the library though, some of it had been about the partying. And boys. Although, she definitely hadn’t met anyone like Josh at uni. Most of them just wanted to increase the number of shags they got from different people. She remembered with distaste how she’d found a tally sheet on one guys bedroom wall.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

"You know, they say starving is the worst way to go. "Before your Dad passed, he couldn't stop talking about wanting some fish, but you wouldn't even let him have that. "Now he's gone, and look at you, throwing a whole fish banquet. Such a devoted child you are!" The air crackled with sarcasm. I pretended not to notice the sting in Theodore's words. With a smile, I served him a slice of fish belly on his plate. "Uncle Theodore, Dad needed money for his treatments, money you borrowed and never returned."

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”