Novelas y relatos de Victor's Village Hunger Games

Her mother! In an instant her legs feels light, she disappears. Annabelle opens her eyes. It had been all a vision. She was back in her world of misery. Annabelle picks the locket from the floor flinging it violently, the locket striking against the room wall. she cries. It was all a vision. She sobs holding her stomach. She couldn't think straight. Her village was burnt, perhaps her mother killed. All at the words of a prophecy. She had been made to suffer all her life due to the deeds of a single man.

They stopped and questioned any girl who looked even remotely attractive. Then, Victor appeared in a hurry, brushing right past me without noticing. He was drenched in sweat and gripping his phone tightly, looking frantic and disoriented. He kept dialing my number over and over again, while my phone vibrated inside my bag. However, because no one picked up, he got so angry that he almost smashed his phone. The men in black returned after searching the area and reported back to him. It was the first time I had ever seen Victor look so disheveled.

“We fight together. As family. For the first time. The real threat is Victor. The half-blood. The one who paid the right people? The one who made the merger collapse on purpose? He wanted ValeTech? He wanted control? And now he has the contracts? The emails? The bank records? He’s been feeding Victor everything? The reforms? The changes? The board votes? He’s been on his side the entire time? He’s the enemy now? He shot at us? Right there? The family dynamic collapses right now? No more running. No more hiding. We protect each other. Tonight.” Kaicen grabbed the first gun he saw, eyes on the door. “We fight together. As family. For the first time. The real threat is Victor. The half-blood. T

He looked like a man watching a storm from the safety of his porch. "It’s just math," Victor said. She could hear him clearly, even though he wasn't looking at her. "So many bullets. So many bodies. Eventually, the bodies run out. That’s the only way this ends, Luna." "No," Esmeralda gasped. "Yes," Victor said, finally turning his head. His eyes were cold, dead things. "You wanted to be a leader. Leaders watch their people die. Get used to the view." The ground beneath her feet began to crack. Red light poured out of the fissures. She felt herself falling, the screams of her pack filling her ears, a chorus of pain that felt like it would never end.

Then, with a blur of shadow, he was gone. The instinct to survive crushed everything else. I grabbed the can and devoured it in desperate gulps. With food in my stomach, strength began to seep back into me. I was just pushing myself up against the wall when—bang! The door slammed open with a violent kick, and Victor stormed in like a vengeful demon, his eyes bloodshot. "Zoe Quinn! I should have seen through you long ago, you vile wench!" He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force.

I had to get myself out. Ricardo’s POV Valerio barged into my office without knocking– a mistake he hadn't made in years. His face was pale and he seemed restless. “The city better be burning, or else.”I said, not looking up from the shipment ledger I was filling. “Its Vittoria.” My pen froze mid-stroke and I raised my head. Valerio’s hand shook as he showed me his phone. A photo glared on the screen. Vittoria, her hands and legs tied together, she was lying on what looked like hay, with hay clinging to her hair and her eyes closed.

~Valerie~ “Whip, whip” The tongue of the whips tore through my skin like a knife slicing through a portion of red meat. The pains ricocheted through my body, making me weak. I had lost count of the whips that I had already been given. All I wanted to do then was probably join my dead parents in whatever world they were in right now. I am mad at them. Yes. Mad for letting themselves get murdered. Mad for leaving me all alone in this world. And mad for not leaving me under any insurance at all.

“Calling them from my phone? Do you really think they are so naïve that they wouldn’t recognize that it isn’t my voice?” “Who said I’ll be the one to call them?” I let out a chuckle. “You will bring them here. For me.” He shakes his head. “No way.” I shrug. “Well, I have my own ways.” I take a few steps back and turn around. “Take him to our car, we are riding him to the torture chamber. Many people have experienced slow deaths there.” As I reach the door and hold the knob, I hear Kylo scream. “No, wait!”

“You’re only delaying the inevitable. Hand her over, and I might let the rest of you live.” “Over my dead body,” Rowan growled. “That can be arranged,” Victor said, stepping into the light. He looked calm, almost bored, as if this was all a game to him. His men closed in, their weapons trained on us. “Last chance,” Victor said, his eyes locking onto mine. “Come willingly, or watch your friends die.” I felt a surge of panic, my mind racing for a way out. But before I could act, Zara stepped forward, her hands raised in surrender.

Victor smiled at her with eyes filled with tenderness. Before he could even take one step— BOOM!! A blazing fireball shot directly toward him. His clothes instantly caught fire. "AAAAAHHHH!!" "WHO DID THAT?!" He turned around. Only to see Bright standing there... Smiling. "You dare think about marrying my sister?" "You'll have to be reborn first, you meatheaded bastard." Victor's eyes widened. "B-Bright !!" Bright cracked his knuckles. "Come here." "I'll personally make sure you die today."