Twill Hunger Games Novels & Stories

A part of him was still living in the past – a past where Willow was still there and the house was kept perfectly. Willow never failed to have hot food on the table at any given time. In his drunken state, Logan had reverted to the default answer whenever Leo declared he was hungry, which was to call for Willow. In the background, the TV screen was playing the news report of Willow's victory. Glancing up, his vision blurry, Logan saw Willow in the frame, standing on the podium, wearing an elegant gown, crystal trophy in hand. Squinting, he saw her face radiating confidence and a calm smile tugging at her lips. The lights shone down on her, making her glow and seem all the more radiant and br

Defiantly, Willow pulled Tyler closer, hugging his arm to her side. She saw the muscle in Roman’s jaw tighten instantly, a sharp, shadowed line of fury. He was watching. Every touch, every lean, every staged display of affection for Tyler was being recorded by those stormy eyes. Willow shut down her brain before she could process the danger of the reaction she was provoking. "The race is finished," she announced, her voice a pitch higher than usual. "I’m starving. Can we please just leave?"

She follows closely behind us. “Nellie, do you know which section in the library we can find books on folktales?” I ask. “I’m not that familiar with the library, Princess,” she answers. “You can ask the librarian for help.” “I didn’t know there was a librarian.” Nellie points to a desk to the right where a vampire with short brown hair is sitting. “That’s Willow. She’s the new librarian.” “What happened to the old librarian?” “Unfortunately, Gaius was killed by Opal and Jacob that night they hurt you.”

"Why?" Wiggy turned his head, only to find the Trolls aiming with one-sided eyes. There is no need to look twice where the point of the bow child is pointing. Swallowing the saliva, the young man flapped his butterfly wings almost as fast as a hummingbird, causing the wind to sweep their chicks upward. When Lillian turned her head back, the Trolls began to draw the bowstring, just waiting for the order until the bowls flock to fill the sky. Lillian whispered again. "Wiggy, we have to find shelter ..." Right after that, Edmund lowered his hand which meant the order for the Trolls to unleash the attack. Thousands of arrows shot from bottom to top, like reverse rain, suddenly Lillian screamed o

At the far end, a fireplace roared like a caged beast, casting dancing shadows over oil portraits of Drevanes who looked like they’d strangled rivals for using the wrong fork. Welcome to the Hunger Games, if the tributes were forced to eat truffle foam with a gold spoon. The butler bowed. “Mademoiselle Veyron.” All eyes snapped to me. Showtime, Selene. I pasted on Selene’s vacant smile—the one she used when ignoring servants—and glided forward. Inside, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped sparrow. Don’t trip. Don’t blink. Don’t breathe too loudly. Cassian sat at the head of the table, all sharp angles and storm clouds. He didn’t look up from his tablet, but I felt his gaze like a

Eleanor and Willow sat in silence and ate their fried rice with fried chicken, and Willow's phone rang out again, but she didn't respond to it as she was still eating. After finishing her meal, Willow washed her hands and pulled her handbag closer, staring at the caller - it was Tony Miles calling. She had some missed calls from Hazel, her sister, too. And she sighed. "Who's calling you?" Mrs. Eleanor asked Willow, and Willow forced a smile as she decided to contact Hazel first. "It's my sister, ma'am." "Okay," Mrs. Eleanor replied with a calm voice, as she watched Willow exit the dining room and enter the elevator that took her up to her guest room on the third floor.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

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Alaric’s words are quiet. “You do, you complained because I went to sleep and wasn’t watching her. For now, can we please just pretend she’s Willow? No doubt Zander will be round soon and then you will know everything you need to. I’m hungry, I’m gonna grab some food.” Gwenael walks through to the kitchen, looking for food and finally deciding on a family-size packet of tortilla chips, crunching loudly. It’s a stark contrast to Alaric and Willow who sit quietly, neither of them talking. The day seems to pass by quickly, with barely any sound except Gwenael as he moves around the apartment. It would be odd, except they’re kind of used to it by now.