Hunger Games Greasy Sae Novelas e Histórias

It smelled absolutely horrific, a combination of ten-year-old canola oil, burnt lard, and rotten cabbage, which was exactly why Silas’s high-tech mercenaries hadn't bothered to put a camera near it. "What... what are you doing?" Julian wheezed, his eyes widening with an aristocratic horror as I kicked the rusty iron latch open, a cloud of foul-smelling steam rushing into our faces. "Elara... no... I am not going down a sewage pipe." "It's not sewage, it's fryer grease, you snob," I snapped, grabbing him by his un-injured shoulder. "Now slide!" I didn't wait for his compliance. With a hard, unceremonious shove, I pushed Julian Vane down the slanted metal chute first. He let out a sharp, undig

Hell no,Rinna only cussed silently in response and with her face scrunched up in disgust she followed Cassie. The club was filled with the stench of alcohol and sex which probably made her want to puke everything she had just eaten and to make matters worse the further they walked the darker the room became....the only light source seemed to be the glittering disco balls hanging from the ceiling and the different colored spotlights shining everywhere.

A billionaire, a hacker, an accountant, a giant bodyguard, a scientist father, a mother who knew too many secrets, and a little girl who could talk to drones. And Grogg. The Rat King sat on a stack of encyclopedias so he could reach the table. He was holding a fork with delicate precision in his scarred, clawed hands. He took a bite of Hailey’s burnt concoction. His eyes widened. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste of burnt chemical preservatives. "It is..." Grogg’s voice was raspy, filled with emotion. "Warm." He looked around the table, his beady eyes shimmering. "In the tunnels... meat is cold. Meat fights back. This... this is a king’s feast."

Sage whispers looking down at her lap. " Look what I've got for you." he chuckles, taking out a packet of sour worms from his pocket. " This is for you." he smiles handing her the packet. Sage looks at Shawn who was all red in anger but was containing himself because of her. Shawn's nostrils flare in anger at Hades before he nods at Sage, she opens the packet and slowly puts a sour worm in her mouth as Hades stares at her like a creep.

Ginger rusted forward in a blink of an eye, scooped the oilless rice on the spoon and shoved it down Satera's opened mouth. “Arrgghhhh” Satera screamed and quickly vomited the rice but her mouth and her insides were on fire already. “Water…water…please” She stuttered as she widened her mouth to get in some sir. Her eyes watered uncontrollably and her throat hurt badly. “Swallow your saliva, sister. It's heavenly water afterall” Mae chuckled humourlessly. “Bastard” Ginger spat. “Let's go girls” Elvira said and led the way out.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

he ask “Abaddon. And I want your body” he said with a tilted face “Excuse me?” Abaddon opens his mouth wide as locusts and flying insects swarm out from his mouth, nose, ears and within seconds the gym is flooded with man eating insects. The insects bite and penetrate men and women in the gym eating them from inside, sparing only Jace, The Gym Instructor

The van's rear doors slammed shut with a metallic finality, sealing Grey and Lisa inside a dim cavity that smelled of motor oil and stale takeout. Maya didn't wait for pleasantries; she floored the accelerator, the vehicle lurching over the rutted service road like a beast shaken awake. Through the barred rear window, Grey watched the trestle recede, its rusted beams gnawing at the sky.

Eat your pathetic meal, Singhania. Your absolute servitude actively resumes tomorrow morning. The heavy silver platter aggressively gleamed in the harsh, blinding beam of her high-powered flashlight, violently highlighting the absolute, sickening cruelty of her offering. Aryan weakly dragged his heavily bloodshot, tearing eyes completely downward. Resting entirely on the pristine, highly polished silver surface was a horrific, deeply insulting pile of rotting, putrid kitchen scraps—moldy bread crusts, completely blackened vegetable peels, and a heavily chewed, completely bare chicken bone actively floating in a tiny pool of freezing, dirty dishwater. It was literal garbage, explicitly gather