Victor's Village Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"You're wrong." "I’m never wrong about him." Mateo kissed my jaw. "But he’s not getting his hands on you. Not after the way he treated you like trash." MATEO Victor. He was the only thing that kept me sane while I was burning through the Northern Territories on that pointless hunt Santiago sent me on. He was everywhere. I saw his face in the stars, heard his voice in the wind. Every other male I encountered seemed dull and lifeless compared to him. I thought of our last fight. I thought of the way his skin felt. I could have bought the entire Diamond Crown Jewelry store, but I chose the doves—the final piece of his cage.

Chapter 70: Silent Pacts The faint blue light from the laptop screen flickered across my face, casting shadows along the cracked walls of my room. Mimi sat beside me, legs crossed, clutching the edge of her oversized sweater like it would somehow shield her from the conversation we were about to have. Victor's face appeared on the screen, his dark eyes heavy with exhaustion. The scar running down his temple looked deeper under the dim lighting—like the weight of the clan had carved itself into his skin.

“And when we get out of this, you owe me dinner.” “What?” He shrugged. “You make terrible life choices, and I still show up. That’s friend-of-the-year behavior.” I cracked a small smile. “You want dinner or a medal?” “Surprise me.” Soon we got there. We stepped out, the door creaking louder than it should have in the stillness. Victor adjusted his jacket and looked at me. “You ready?” I nodded, eyes on the building. “Let’s bring her home.” Because sex was all Jamie had ever been.

The flight to Australia took me away from the places I had known, leaving my past in the clouds. Goodbye, Victor. We shall never meet again. The next day before the wedding, Victor realized he could not reach me no matter how he tried. He instantly abandoned Rachel in her wedding dress, running straight for the hospital. All that awaited him was a long-empty bed. Victor ran around the hospital like a madman, searching every room for his precious Nina. “Nina Morgan, come out! I’m begging you, this isn’t funny!” Victor searched the whole hospital to no avail, then he broke the speed limit to rush home. Of course, there were no traces of me left for him to find.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

There was only a mouthful of fresh water left in it. "Victor, everyone collected that rainwater together. If you drink it all yourself, what are the rest of us supposed to do?" I gripped the gunwale and stood, my voice hoarse. "Who the hell are you to lecture me?" Victor sneered and wiped the muddy water from the corner of his mouth. "A useless fish-farming student isn't worth a damn in the apocalypse." He stepped forward and pointed at my nose. "My fists are bigger, so I get the last of the water. Got a problem with that?"

I hated saying that. It was like I was already giving up on her. "AHHHH," I cried. "How could you leave me like this Sar, how?" I cry onto her, her blood covering my top but I didn't care. "Miss, you cannot be close to the victim," I ignored him- hanging onto the body like if I were to let it go, an entire brighter side of me would die. She was the brightness, that only happy side that existed because she was the one who believed in happiness.

I’m as useless as Ace at this moment. Victor leans close and lowers the gag from my lips with a warning glare. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve cost me?” I clench my jaw with a stubborn glower. “Maybe if you’d stop trying to kill me, you’d be fine.” Victor’s upper lip curls with disdain. “I wouldn’t be such a bitch to me if I was you. Especially now that I have the upper hand. Now, I have some questions for you, and I’d appreciate a proper response. You don’t want your little friend here to suffer for your stupidity, do you?” He emphasizes his statement by pushing Ace hard against the table. Ace’s panicked eyes widen as he struggles beneath Victor's hold. My eyes tear up at the sight of

" I told him that you don't get to act like the victim here and try to escape. I spat as I coughed violently, "You assaulted me, and God knows how many you killed on your way up here! I don't care if you are the heir apparent of this shithole you and your type constructed of this country. You are not the victim here! I am!!!" Aric froze in place and seemed at a loss for what to say. Now that my poison was gone, I had nothing but the door behind me to keep me from collapsing. As I slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, I barely registered Aric's arms grabbing me before the room began to blur in and out.