Haymitch Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Nixy Montgomery Ah good to be young and alive in such a beautiful city called, Miami, we changed cities. How do you explain someone why they look the same age after many years later? it was a must. I'm still human. I haven't reached 20 yet. I'm just 18 and I'm still debating if I want to be a vampire. I want to be able to have a family of my own in the future.

"He wouldn't dare!" --- MITCH'S HOME Mitch stood in his cramped kitchen, staring at his failed attempt to make a decent meal. His stomach growled like a caged animal—a hollow ache that had been gnawing at him for hours, maybe days. He hadn't eaten a proper meal since… he couldn't even remember. The single egg he'd cracked into the frying pan now lay ruined, its edges blackened and brittle, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. He cursed under his breath, scraping the charred mess into the trash with a clatter.

Cael asked. "Shouldn't that be visible?" Damon asked Cael. "Looks like you're one of us," Cael said with a smile. "Chief will be happy when we introduce him. What's your name?" "I'm Damon. You? Who are you?" Damon asked. "I'm Cael, and she's Kyra. We're called hunters. Teen hunters." said Cael. "Do you want to be a hunter like us?"

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

"We can figure this out together, like we always—" The door slammed behind me. Lucas stepped out of the shadows smirking. "Mitchell?" My voice shook as I turned to her. The sympathy had vanished from her face. "You actually believed I'd help you?" She pulled out a container of fuel. "That I'd let you ruin everything?" "Please," I backed away until I hit the wall. "The babies—" "Will never exist," Lucas finished, pulling out a lighter. His smile was cruel as Mitchell began pouring the fuel.

"They have the same blood. But they are completely separate beasts." "Mitchell does not care about rules," I said. My voice sounded flat, even to me. I watched the memory of Mitchell run a hand through his messy hair. He wore a torn leather jacket. He leaned against a wall in the Lycan kingdom with his ankles crossed. He looked like trouble. He smelled like iron and heavy rain. "And the other one?" April asked.

I fear it will completely go out before Katniss comes back. There is bread by the wall from the last batch Katniss brought four days ago, so I pick it up and start eating. Gracious Elysia, I feel miserable. The bread tastes like a collaboration of sand and mud in my mouth. I wonder if Olivia is doing okay. Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go.

It wasn’t a great feeling. “But I've been here for two hours now and nothing,” I replied frustrated. “We just need to be patient. How about I get you something to eat? I've been hearing your stomach protesting for hours now,” Jim told me. As soon as he said that, I felt the hungry worms in my belly rioting. I felt a twinge like they were feasting on my intestines. But still, I didn’t feel like eating. “I'm not hungry.” How did he expect me to eat when Mitch was in a coma?

Mitchell Quinn’s gleeful voice was heard in the video, and soon, a scandalous scene began to play out. “Turn it off! Turn it off right now!” Henry’s eyes were virtually blazing with fury. As if the disgrace brought upon their family by Evelyn was not enough—Mitchell only made it worse. “Don’t!” Kiran called out. “Don’t you want to see what happens in the end?” Henry’s mind buzzed with alarm. Sensing something was wrong, he anxiously glanced at his family members. “Play the ending.” One of them quickly fast-forwarded the video until the end, which showed Alora shrieking and Mitchell dying after coughing blood and convulsing.

He winced as he grabbed his belly and staggered forward. He recovered quickly and stood straight again. He stared again into Isabella’s eyes, she seemed to be less interested in the battle. He remembered saying to her that he wasn’t afraid of death, but he really was. Now, he was desperate to live even if it meant taking her life, Mitchell was a handsome boy, two years older than Isabella. He stayed with his parents in Uganda until the day he was kidnapped alongside five other boys and brought to the clan. The reason for his kidnap was not known to him until he spent two months in the clan.