How Old Was Mags When She Won The Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Margaret smiles and turns another page of her romance novel between angels. "Margaret, Occisor, come eat!" Mary screamed from the kitchen. Margaret sighed and marked her book, leaving it on the bed. Occisor followed behind his older sister. Margaret was now a twenty-year-old girl, her long red hair grew down below her buttocks, her eyes were large, a brown like honey and her small mouth adorns her thin and delicate face. But, as they say, anyone who sees face doesn't see the heart, and in Margaret's case, no one saw her fists and her thirst for blood.

"You're young yet your height and beauty stand out. You could pass to be a model, don't you wanna try it?" She was fast to shake her head and chuckled. "No, I'm not into modeling." "Well, I saw your I*******m account on my feed and I can say you're quite famous. It's not that hard for you to climb on the modeling industry," she said. Krysie bit the inside of her cheek. "How about you? How old are you?" Margaux shrugged. "I'm twenty-two." Krysie nodded and didn't ask further questions. She's not comfortable around her, maybe it was because of her classy presence. The waiter came back and carefully placed down their drinks on their table.

SOPHIE'S POV "What the fuck" The girl in Magnus' office said as she glared at me with hostility in her eyes. I stood transfixed to the spot wondering who the girl was to Magnus for her to react this way. She looked younger than me, fifteen or sixteen years at most. His child with Elena perhaps. But she looked too old to be his child. Anyway, I had never really thought of how old Magnus was. "Magnus, who is she?" I asked him myself, wanting to clear up the confusion.

“Sweet baby carrots! You know what I’m talking about, Daniella Lynn. You haven’t been to town in 2 whole weeks! You’ve been dragging me out here every couple of days for some imaginary design emergency. Tonight is an intervention. If you’re going to live here, you can’t avoid him forever.” Dani took a deep breath and sighed, giving up the pretense. “I know. But Mags, how do I face him? I know it was a lifetime ago and I’m a grown ass woman but whenever I think of him, I feel like I’m 17 years old and right back on the sidewalk watching that truck drive away.”

They had no power, and those who did couldn’t even stand up to the girl’s aura, let alone go against it. Maggie squinted her eyes as she observed the girl before her. Although she had no problem going against the girl’s aura, she could feel the power in it was no way inferior to her own and wanted to avoid a clash as much as possible. It was hard to believe that one who looked so young was this powerful, but she was aware that many powerful women were able to keep their looks till a certain age, and thought that maybe this person who looked like a young girl may actually be her age or a few years younger than her at most.

I gestured to the secured room, hoping that she would take the hint and share the information we were desperate to hear. “Oh uh,” she cleared her throat. “Very well, then.” “I was fourteen when I started competing in the pageant shows hosted in the capital during spring, and I was fifteen when I won my first competition. I was told that winning the show would give you a splendid boost during the debutant season, so I was excited. I was excited about what the next year would bring because I would turn sixteen, and I would then have my pick of the very best noble houses.” Magdalene bit her lip.

Magnus and his parents came to my house last night and celebrated my birthday together with my father and Tania, my best friend. This Housepack party was just a formality to celebrate my birthday with the other pack members. "So I decided to be patient and wait until the party is over before kidnapping you to my room tonight," Magnus continued, winking one of his eyes. My cheeks blushed red again at his words. It was on the night of my coming of age that I was supposed to mate with the Alpha and solidified my position as his lover before our marriage and become The Luna. All this time, Magnus had always held back when we were alone together. I was three years younger than him. When I turned

"Just a preference Mag had, I guess. Dane doesn't have much body hair either, but he doesn't remember being shaved. His turning happened much faster than mine." Percy seemed to be processing this, connecting dots I'd long since filed away. "Magness was turned young. He looks like he's barely a teenager... I'm going to guess he doesn't have much hair either." I was impressed by his insight. He was sharp, picking up on details that most would overlook. I nodded, confirming his suspicion. "He was turned a few days after his 15th birthday, from what he says. But honestly, that could be totally made up. Dane doesn't even know exactly when he was born. I highly doubt Magness has a clear idea eithe

I just stare at her. Maggi frowns slightly, stepping closer. She bends in front of me and places a hand on my shoulder. “You did what you had to do. Don’t let your emotions weaken what that victory means. I understand more than you know, Olivia. I've lived eight decades more than you have. I’ve killed people I once swore to protect when I was still held as a slave in Eris, and it was all for my survival. It's not pathetic, it's the cost of freedom.” Her words resonate with me, but they still don't make me feel better.

She says, angrily. "Well, according to my dad, mom kicked him out and he just ended up with Christina." I say, not sure why I'm defending her. "You know she was just 18, my age now, when my dad started fucking her." As I say this, I realize the implications of this for Maggie and I. "I guess that's not much different than us, huh?" I point to my dad's house.