Twill Hunger Games Novels & Stories

’ I inwardly sighed… I kept walking, I swear I saw blur… But then it’s just the hunger… I just have to get to Islamabad before Dawn, else I’ll be Sabri‘s dinner himself… Where I’m I going? That, I honestly don’t know,but what I do know, Is I want to get away .. I want to get all of this weight off his shoulders .. I feel another knife twist in my chest as I think about him ‘ He wouldn’t care ‘ My conscience snaps a little bit harshly.

Willow's POV After I got my shift off, behold, I saw Hailey . She rocked black ripped jeans and an imprinted denim crop top. I wouldn't believe her if they said she recently gave birth; talk of she put to birth early, and guess what? Twins! I'm so happy for her and Tristan, and recently they got married. I swear Jaxon has his hands full with a boy and a girl; the boy's name is Allister, and the girl's name is Willow.

Willow arrived home to find Heather anxiously waiting for her. She hadn't slept well the entire night, worried about her. Upon seeing her return, Heather quickly made a cup of coffee and invited her to sit down for a chat. As they chatted, the subject turned to Landon. Willow smiled, though a trace of sadness lingered in her eyes. She spoke softly, "Landon and Gabriella were born together, yet he's a whole head shorter than Gabriella, and so much thinner. It's clear he's still lacking essential nutrients. He needs proper nutrition and care to improve."

“Not in court but socially and quietly.” Genevieve didn’t flinch. “I know. And I'm ready for them.” “Good.” Delilah’s gaze sharpened. “Because Viola Holloway will make it personal. She’ll poison rooms you haven’t even entered yet, especially rooms in the Holloway Group.” Genevieve leaned back. “Let her try.”

If I am fast enough, the hunter will simply think he is seeing things. Tilly drops to the ground sobbing. She has seen me and, rather than causing a distraction, she has decided to become awkward. With his free hand, the hunter drags her along the ground by her hair. Keeping a tight hold of the wolfsbane in the other hand. Tilly was hitting out at him, but with the bandages on her hands, he wasn’t even flinching. Now that I know, the wolfsbane can’t hurt her. I race forward to save my innocent pack member.

I already felt like I was starring in a fucking soap opera. It hardly mattered who had messed up anymore. It happened and I needed to fix it. I would just give out two scholarships. It wasn't like it would cost me much of anything. Willow would be taken care of. I picked up her essay again, skimming over the lines. I had to know more about this girl because I didn't know if I could get her out of my head otherwise. I looked up and found Virgil watching me. "Miss Taylor—or Willow as she likes to be referred—got my phone number and called me last night." His eyebrows lifted but he remained silent.

Willow resumed jumping up, and I bit my tongue hard. This was the first time after the death of our parents that I'm seeing her this excited. She's always been. Right, but not to this extent.. This was completely extreme and....It didn't make any sense. If Willow has any idea of what I'll be going through in that monster's hands, then she wouldn't be jumping around happily. She'll even hate Lucian so much. “Oh, I'm so hungry.” Willow groaned, and I knew she was starting her little practice.

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

“Take it to her right away. She has to drink it while it’s still hot.” I watch as Glenn calls to Tully, taking her to their tent to sort out their little problem. A minute later, Willow joins me, scrunching herself up in a little ball on the log, curling her arms under her body as she stares into the crackling fire. Her lips are blue and she’s shivering so wildly that I'm afraid she'll fall off. “The fire’s not helping?” I ask. “Not even a little.” “Don’t you have some magic you can use?”

“No, thank you. We had a quick bite earlier.” Isabella turned to Jaime. “Uncle Jaime?” He smiled. “I’m good, thank you,” he declined. “I’m watching my sugar.” “Of course,” Isabella said, still smiling. “Next time, I’ll bring something healthier.” Celia glanced around the pantry. “I appreciate your generosity, Isabella. The team seems to be enjoying it.” “I’m glad,” Isabella beamed. “But,” Celia added, voice calm but firm, “while food is always welcome, I do hope it doesn’t disrupt the team’s productivity.”