Characters In The Hunger Games Book 1 Novels & Stories

I call his name out loud my lifeless orbs adhered to the ceiling. "Phobos." "Phobos." Evil selfish male. My first kiss, the first time I was held by a male, the first time I felt the flesh of a male beneath my trembling fingertips. He stole all my firsts and faded without a mark neglecting me to be gut-wrenchingly haunted. ~~~ A/N Hello, my little wolves, It truly is a bitter chappy, little by little you shall understand her character. There are still two more chappies left until the beast shall come for her! It will be an emotional rollercoaster from there onwards, I have it all planned. Stay tuned, my little wolves.

*** Book 10) Hades SASSY Persephone [Stand-Alone book] {Story of ShivShakti Singh Rathore and Adrija Singh} Blurb :- She blinked her eyes and a few seconds later she blurted out in a low tone, "Baby Rathore, Can I Muaah You?" "What is Muaah?", He asked bewilderedly. but she fell asleep again, leaving him in the heat of Obsession. Suddenly, she opened her eyes as she lifted up her body close to him and planted a kiss on his lips with a loud noise- 'Muuuaaah' "This is Muaah", She said and again laid down and fell asleep. He rub

HUNTER’s POV I look at the girl with my arms folded across my chest. Elena, that is her name. Omegas like her are supposed to be frail and fleeting, but like her name which means ‘the light of the sun’, I see an unyielding fire burning behind her ocean blue eyes and because of this, I know that she is no ordinary omega. This girl is a fighter and no one on the face of the earth will be able to stand in her way until she sees justice served.

Why is she staring at me, then I realized that she doesn’t know my name? “My name is Noah, Noah Greenwoods. I’m the Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack.” I’m sorry Alpha Noah, I didn’t want to offend you, I just really need to go home to my parents.” Go home, why would she wanted to go home to her parents, the event has already started so why would she go home instead of going there. Maybe she is not of age, she doesn’t look that old. “Can’t you stay a little longer with me, I liked to get to know you.”

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

"You know the rules. No one touches the other tributes before the King does." The words fell from Skye's lips like a curse, and in the sudden hush I felt the truck grow ten degrees colder. The dark-haired girl shot back to her seat, eyes glinting with malice. Skye just tilted her head, a cold little smirk playing around the corners of her mouth.

For a growing seventeen-year-old whose life depended on keeping her physical strength at its peak, hunger wasn't just a punishment; it was a psychological threat. Seven instantly shifted her weight, dropping low into a defensive stance. She forced her breathing into a controlled rhythm, her eyes locking onto Nimrod’s upper torso to anticipate his next movement. Every fiber of her being was focused on one singular objective: she needed to take this man down. If she could somehow bypass his defenses and floor him, the session would end, and she would finally earn the right to rest. But it was an objective far easier said than done. Her entire body throbbed with deep, deep exhaustion, and despi

"The place where the first 'Vat' was built. Before the government, before the wolves. The place where the 'First Author' died." "The First Author?" "Alice, you were the 'First Subject,'" Rowan said, stopping to look at me. His bronze eyes softened for a moment. "But someone had to 'Write' you. Someone had to dream of a girl with golden ink. And that person is still 'Online.'" --- ### The Hunger of the Wastes The journey took weeks. We moved through the ruins of cities that had no names. We were hunted by "Feral Packs"—shifters who had lost their minds to the hunger. But every time a wolf lunged at us, Rowan simply looked at it.

“The kitchen’s on fire. Kian wants breakfast. And the guests are coming today.” My stomach tightens at the name. Kian. The Alpha’s son. The smile that isn’t a smile, only teeth. The voice that sounds smooth but can turn into a slap or a kick at the end of any word. I spring to my feet, shaking out my hair with practiced movements—though there’s nothing to shake out, just rough, tangled knots. There’s no mirror in the dormitory. I don’t need one. I know how I look: snow-white hair, blue eyes, pale skin—a girl covered in dust, whose gaze says she won’t cry no matter what you do.

Lyra The chamberlain led us out of the chamber in single file. The stone in the corridor was cool under my feet, and my dress still clung damply to my back. He stopped at the foot of a wide staircase and counted us with a slow finger. Eleven. Less than half of what had walked into the chamber that morning. The others had not walked out. "You are the surviving tributes," the chamberlain said. "You have advanced to the second round." The sapphire girl pushed forward as if the chamberlain had been waiting for her.