Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Caesar Flickerman

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

Skylar ran through the chaos, dodging and slipping through the black cloaks men, from afar, she suddenly spotted Caesar, claws around the neck of a child, squeezing the life out of the boy, Skylar gasped in horror, as she saw the way the boy's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his life in him departing. She sprinted towards him, catching him off guard as she tackled him to the ground but a demonic force send her flying towards the concrete walls of a house. Caesar was sharply on her neck, her fingers wrapped around it tightly as he slammed her back hard, her feet barely touching the ground, she stared deep into his deep black eyes, she bared her canines challengingly. "Nice to see you aga

Then shoulders. Vince didn’t stop until he saw blood. “Kill me if you want. You’re not getting anything out of me,” Caesar laughed, his mouth dripping with blood. He turned to me and smirked. “Except for the fact that your wife’s cunt is the tightest thing I’ve ever had.” What the fuck? I lunged for him, but Vince held me back with rod against my heaving chest. Caesar turned to him next. “And Jessica,” he added, his lips twisted into a wider smirk. “She tasted sweeter than a ripe berry.”

Creed said smiling “ don’t say anything Charlotte is taking a shower and will be here when she’s done” I groan taking a sit in my desk chair “ How was sleeping on the floor?” Ryan mocks making kissy faces “ terribly but it was worth it.” I huffed. Unwrapping my plate, I pick up a piece of bacon enjoying the delicious taste. This world wouldn’t be the same if bacon didn’t exist. We wait for her to come in while I listen to Creed and Ryan yell at each other about what food is best. Eating my eggs a soft knock of the door steals my attention

I knew Cassius, at least enough to know that he would take a bullet for me, enough to know that his violent nature would never be directed to me, I feel safe only with Cassius… Until last night, that terrifying look he had on his face, I was no longer sure, was he ever vanilla with me? The micro wave beeped as I blinked my static eyes, snapping back to reality. I took out the Mac and cheese and kept it on the counter for it to cool off steam, staring at the yummy looking meal, I had already lost my appetite. I sighed and tiredly rested my back on the kitchen counter.

A wave of disgust rose in his chest. "How did you get in here? Get away from me," he snapped. Florence acted like she couldn't hear him. She held on to him tighter, her smile warped and sweet. "Don't chase me off. Look, I brought you a present." She suddenly lifted her hand. Something cold flashed. Caesar tried to twist away on instinct, but she was too close, and she was moving with the speed of someone who had already resigned to her ultimate fate. Spurt! The blade drove deep into his abdomen.

indicating the goods were in satisfactory condition, as Caesar gave a nod in response before giving his attention back to Ivan. "I see you still lack manners, Ivan; at least your nephew here has manners, being all polite and obedient." Caesar commented on his ignorant behavior as he bend down to the level of the child beside him making Ivan alert as Ceasar flashed a smirk at him. Ivan watched as Caesar whispered something to his nephew, and the child's eyes widened in surprise as he nodded. "Go." Caesar permitted Damein to run back to Ivan, and the little guy with his tiny legs rushed to his uncle with a bright smile on his face as the bag bounces behind him while he ran.

he murmured, eyes glinting as they flicked down to my lips, "unless you want me to stuff it close with something special for you." The words hit me like a shockwave, snapping me out of my daze. I gasped, instantly clamping my mouth shut, heat flooding my cheeks as his smirk widened with wicked amusement. I really wasn't dreaming. The man standing in front of me, half-naked and tempting, was Caesar. The last person I ever wanted to see. "C-Caesar..." I whispered, the name escaping before I could stop it. I blinked hard, taking another shaky breath, needing one more second to be sure I wasn't dreaming because he was real. Terrifyingly real.

My eyes follow him as he walks towards the table in the corner of the room and pours a glass of vodka. He takes a sip, then turns back to Caesar. "I told you he had fallen for the girl. But you didn't believe me because you trust him so much. Do you have enough proof now?" Caesar doesn't respond. His face tightens with rage and he turns back to me. "My office. Now!" He storms out, and Hunter chuckles triumphantly. "Have fun protecting your little whore, Dee. Because she's going to die real soon." I walk away without another word, heading straight to Caesar's office. Desmond looks worried, so I gesture to him that I'm okay before disappearing into the office.

Caesar cut in, tone flat, eyes burning holes through me. The dismissal hit like a slap. Jealousy flared, hot and vicious. I forced a brittle smile, shook Xandra’s hand fingers still trembling, and muttered a rough, “Pleasure.” Caesar’s stare followed me, dark and molten, promising this was nowhere near finished. I stood on wobbly legs, cum still trickling in slow, obscene rivulets down the inside of my thigh. “Sure,” I said, voice dripping loud enough for both of them to hear.