Titus Hunger Games Novels & Stories

It included a sitting area, a small area for cooking and a large open bedroom plus a full sized bath and separate amenities. I wanted to get all this paperwork stuff out of the way first so once we sat down I grabbed the paperwork from the small clutch I was carrying. I’d highlighted particular parts. And I needed to talk to him first before he whisked me away with excitement. “Fine, what do you want to know”, Tom sighed. “Am I a prostitute to you?” I asked abruptly as he filled up with laugher obviously not taking my concerns with an ounce of seriousness. Tom gestured for Norm to bring a bottle of wine over before answering.

Her leftovers after feeding are my meals, but one thing she doesn't know is that I prepare the meal in a big quantity and then hide the remaining after serving her. I would say that it's the reason I became overweight is because I ate with greediness due to the fact Kiah wants me to starve. I fed secretly in a way that if feeding was the only benefit I would get from my family….then so be it. I accepted that I was an orphan because our parents were searching for me…but I didn't plot the accident, and the main culprit here should be Tyrion who deceived me.

His eyes were red and he was wheezing by the time he destroyed almost everything in his room when he realized that Aesop had been standing at his doorway. The pudgy man was leveling him a look of disappointment. "Master Lionheart is asking for you." Titus almost flinched at the name but eventually scowled as he followed Aesop, leaving his room barefooted while his eyes flared with fury. "Glen Turnbull… South Sea Crow… Just you wait," he growled under his breath. "You will all be begging for your deaths because you denied me!" - Meanwhile, Glen breathed a long sigh after hanging up on Titus before turning toward Frank and Vicky with a look of mixed emotions.

Titus looked in my direction and said, "Don't be impatient. After eating, talk!" I clenched my fist, trying to hold back my anger. Anyway, now Titus is the one who grasps my weakness; if I make him unhappy, then the one who suffers will be me. I couldn't swallow the food, so I didn't eat, waiting for Titus to finish eating. Titus pretended not to see my discomfort; he ate very well. Titus didn't take long to finish his meal, but it was a long time for someone in a hurry like me. I feel like Titus is deliberately torturing me mentally by making me wait.

Even though I didn’t fully believe it would be. He let go of my hand and I began to walk down the stairs towards Stephen and as soon as he saw me, he says, “There is my beautiful queen.” As he pulls me into him and kisses my forehead. “I don’t feel so beautiful at this moment.” I said as pull my hair down around my neck to hide the marks Tyler had just given to me. “You have been sick, my love.” Stephen says as he holds me around the waist and then says, “This is Marcus. He is the ruler of the immortals on this island.”

“Spit it,” Brock’s head spins to me so fast before his eyes flickered, revealing his own rage as he stares at me like I was insane. “Can’t you see her trying to catch her breath?” he spat, but I ignored him and kept my pointed gaze pinned on the traitor. AVA’s POV Slowly, I turned around and locked gazes with Zane, or Zanicus, whichever is his real name. He looked at me so intensely, like he wanted to eat me up. The desire in his eyes was that much evident, but I still get that strange feeling when I first saw him in the arena.

"Oh. Um, it's not my thing to butt in so I don't think we have a problem with that part." He looked at me, reluctant. Okay. Something's not right and I wonder what it is. "Titus is dead." he informed. My jaw dropped, slowly absorbing his words. Titus is dead? It's not like I don't want him dead. I imagined to kill him myself when I learned that he betrayed our deal. But... It's too sudden. It's not even a 24 hours. "How?" I managed to say. Aiden leaned closer and locked his eyes to mine, like I'll move them away from his gaze.

His energy churned inside him as he fought to stabilize his meridians while Godslayer's lingering energy ravaged them. Even as a powerhouse in the second tier of the martial emperor level, he felt utterly overwhelmed. Titus fumbled nervously, pulling out his prized, top-grade healing pills from his robes and quickly feeding them to Damon. If not for Damon's sacrifice just now, he would be dead. The thought filled him with gratitude toward Damon and a mixture of dread and hatred toward Andrew. "That damned brat deserves to die…" Titus snarled as he stood up, ready to rally the others to resume the attack on Andrew.