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The last bullet

Living__Untitled

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Reads 34
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Parts 4
Time 26m

Living__Untitled

In this hell called "society" is just a matter of life or death, mostly death to be honest to ya' it's no big surprise though...death happens almost everyday in this town, twice even! if we are lucky. Glad your having a good time grim reaper being able to reap every single innocent soul. You know...this blood shed is gonna get even better for ya' grim reaper get your scythe ready to reap souls...



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The Hunger Games - One Spark by CastlesAndBridges

One bad thing about living in this world is The Hunger Games. If you didn't know already, The Hunger Games is a game of survival. Two 'tributes', as they're called, from each town are selected from a pit of names. One boy. One girl. They are set to battle it out over the course of two weeks, and the 'last man standing' wins. The past thirty years, since the games made their return, only males have won. I intend to make my brother another one of those. (This is Book One)

THE 76th HUNGER GAMES! by aunamonk

Go back in time. A time where Katniss just did it. She killed Peeta. So onwards the HungerGames went. All the poor children would get reaped for another year. Ever wonder what would happen. Then read this book! *************** This book is in editing mode if you see an *EM* then that means its been edited. Have fun reading mate.

The Heart Five by TheFallasleepSeries

Essence... spirit... that which gives meaning to life. It isn't the soul which is necessary for life. Even when a mortal has a soul, without essence... the mortal becomes an empty shell existing for nothing. Our father, he created us pure and perfect. He doesn't want us to soil our bodies and so he never gave us body parts for procreation. When we rebelled against him because we wanted to have relationships with our own kind, he had no choice but to allow. But with his decision, we are no longer perfect... but we are still pure. Is it because we were jealous of his other creation that we wished to love and procreate? No that's not the only reason. Perfection can be achieve through completeness. Right now we are like mannequins. I thought that this was the only problem amongst our brethren. Then, some of us requested our father about experiencing rebirth so that they can change erase the accumulated memories from specific essences collected from mortals. The Rebirth System... the main reason for the first war where we fell apart and the second reason why this story exists...

Caged By Him by moonchild80

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

The Hunger Games :Sweet as sugar by xxxLillylostxxx

You reap what you sow. In the midst of chaos, Finnick looks at the girl, her midnight hair tha haunted his fantasies "In this game of survival, you're the most unpredictable wildcard I've ever met sugar" The girl smirked at him a twinkle lighting up her dark eyes like stars "Well, Odair, isn't unpredictability the key to survival?" Updates every Monday or Sunday

The 136th Hunger Games by High_Queen2

When Kira Blackwood's name is reaped, she knows she's screwed. How is she supposed to survive in a fight to death with twenty-three other tributes, all of whom want to get out alive as much as she does? Not to mention, the thought of killing somebody twists her stomach into all sorts of unnatural shapes. Despite secretly training for the Games in the cow pastures surrounding her home, and being pretty handy with a knife, Kira's kind heart may be the thing that holds her back the most. However, as she navigates through the opulent world of the Capitol, and then the arena itself, Kira starts to realize that maybe, just maybe, it's not the dead she should pity, but the Victor. After all, no one ever really wins the Hunger Games. Survives, sure. But wins? Never. ~~+~~ Please Note: This is set in a world where the 2nd Rebellion failed. All usurpers were executed (except those pesky star-crossed lovers, who knows where they ran off to), District 13 was destroyed for good (but District 12 was rebuilt, on the basis that the Capitol realized that it actually really needed coal), and the Hunger Games were reinstated. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, or to the Lionsgate adaptation of her books. (Obviously.) All characters of my creation are copyrighted. ~~+~~ Thank you so much for reading this, it really means so much to me!!! :) I hope you enjoy, and love it as much as I do! (Also sorry for the length, I sort have this thing for details... and long, run-on sentences... and long, run-on sentences stuffed with details...) Please note: This story is technically incomplete, bc I still want to write a few more scenes after the Games like the interviews and stuff, maybe of the Victory Tour, but I've marked it as complete bc...junior year of high school. Ain't no way that I'm finishing this anytime soon. Hopefully over Christmas break I'll get back around to it.

Reaper by SelvaTheQueen

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One bad thing about living in this world is The Hunger Games. If you didn't know already, The Hunger Games is a game of survival. Two 'tributes', as they're called, from each town are selected from a pit of names. One boy. One girl. They are set to battle it out over the course of two weeks, and the 'last man standing' wins. The past thirty years, since the games made their return, only males have won. I intend to make my brother another one of those. (This is Book One)