How Old Is Primrose Everdeen In The Hunger Games の小説・ストーリー

I will keep her a secret to satisfy me when I need release. I make my way back downstairs and see Harris’ mate Jules and daughter Rachel. Rachel just turned 18 years old and didn’t find her mate on her birthday. Come to think of it, I don’t remember Rebel there being an 18th birthday for her either. “Alpha Cullen! We are so excited to have you here for dinner in our humble home.” Jules says. Honestly, her voice is nauseating but with a tight smile I reply, “It’s certainly an interesting evening.”

At the age of 18, to signify a person's maturity, a grand birthday party was held. Just like the extravagant 18th birthday party held at a luxurious hotel for a girl who was the mate of the Alpha King in her pack. The beautiful girl wearing a red dress looked stunning, even standing out among the guests attending her party. Not only werewolves but also the girl's friends, who were ordinary humans unaware of her true identity, came to liven up her birthday celebration. "Happy 18th birthday, Giselle Primrose!" shouted an excited man, raising his wine glass high in the air.

Reluctantly stepping away from her just as Iris wedges herself between us. “Are you alright? Oh my goodness! What happened? Why didn’t you put the car on drive?” She cries, grabbing Primrose’s shoulders, checking her over for wounds. But Primrose isn’t looking at Iris. She’s looking at me. Why did I feel that way when I held her? What was that feeling? It felt so alien, yet so good. Primrose Denvers. Wife to Luke. Mother to Asher. Emerald told me everything back inside. Just before my ultra hearing picked up Iris’s screams.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

He is 25 years old.  Calista Aveline Whitlock. She is 18 years old orphan. She goes to highschool. She is kind hearted girl. She is pure and an innocent angel. She is also a waitress. She has one friend. She believes in love and fairytales.  Olivia. She is also 18 years old orphan and best freind of calista. She is also a highschool student and work with calista. But she is bold and fierce,when needed.

She has to escape! “Madam! Madam Olivia?” Rose’s voice brings her back to reality and she involuntarily turns her gaze at her. For the first time she notices Rose properly. She is a beautiful girl in her early twenties! Elder to Olivia off course but yet she is very sweet and looks the same age. Her face is just as innocent as she is. Her pink lips are thin and prominent, in contrast to her dark brown skin and deep black eyebrows. Her face is oval and she has medium length black hair and thick and long eye lashes. When she smiled, which she often did, she had two tiny dimples that added to her beauty! For the first time Olivia realised that despite her dark skin, the girl was a genuine beaut

“You cold? Why don’t you come inside?” Primrose’s voice snaps me to the present. My heart stutters as memories of our younger selves rush back, her fury at my rule breaking, my rage at her scolding. The day I shoved her in training still burns in my mind. We were nearly enemies then. Now, she’s become my friend. “I’m fine, Primrose. Just… thinking.” I manage a wan smile. She joins me, her breathing soft, gaze fixed on the rain soaked lawn. She’s still tough, still kind, but time has gentled her. She’s more Luke’s mate now, a healer, calmer.

Over a hearty meal of vegetable soup and some of Jocasta’s fresh bread, the girl eventually opened up about her older sister. “Don’t think you’ve been abandoned, Princess,” she said, placing her elbows on the table. “Someone will come for you when the time is right. I do what I can nowadays to make up for not being able to do anything to help my kin.” She had to ask. “How old are you?” “Seventeen. Got a birthday coming up in a few weeks.”

I clenched my teeth. "I'm only...seventeen," she admitted. I scowled. I examined her physique. She doesn't appear to be seventeen. She's tall and appears to be a mature woman. But... she’s only seventeen? The Princess would be seventeen as well... and will only be eighteen months old in a few months.

{ Prym } I waited as she came back with the tea and her favorite quilt. She handed me my tea and then settled herself in. At 17 years she was already a grown woman, wise well beyond her years and kind beyond compare. The weight of her destiny was weighing on all of us but she deserved to know exactly what she would be up against. And It was time she learned exactly why she was chosen.