Hunger Games Clove Novels & Stories

Unknown Point of View I know everything. From her secret to her home problems. Clover the school's nerd or as most people know her as Lucky, currently Victoria’s Secret’s leading Angel. She thinks she is some amazing actress hiding under a wig, fake nose, and glasses, but she obviously isn't that great because I know everything there is to know about Clover and her secrets. Clover doesn't get attention at school unless it's being laughed and pointed by some fellow friends, but she gets tons of attention outside of school. I mean, the reason why she hides under all that crap is because she wants a normal life. I can’t help but wonder, how would she feel if her secret got out before the last a

She was examining Stacey, and her face seems… sad. “I know you don’t want me here.” Clover uttered without taking her eyes off onto Stacey. Lucas immediately held my hand and gently squeezed it, as if helping me to calm down. “You’re wrong. We,” I pointed at Stacey. “Both don’t want you here.” I retorted coldly to Clover. “I never actually had the chance to thank her when she gave me that scholarship from Armonious.” Stacey spoke, her expression is gentle at the same time really down. I turned my gaze at Lucas, looking for some explanation why Clover has a sudden change of heart… I think.

WHEN the rest of the Five Leaf Clover, Chloe and Jucel returned, they had failed to get any new information from the villagers. Marjien and Jucel had procured several needed cooking items and some food, but at the cost of bringing half the village with her expecting to be fed. Grudgingly, the two girls, who were actually great cooks on their own ways, provided for them all, and Chloe and the others continued to bother the people for answers.

Clause vaguely tried to remember if he had met him or not, but couldn't remember clearly the pain in his head was indescribable. "Do not remember nor force yourself." "I don't remember, but I realize you're very familiar." "That is enough." "Hurry up and eat porridge, you should still eat some liquid when you wake up." Tomson picked up the bowl of porridge, blew it to cool it down, and then gave the spoonful of porridge to the child. At first, they shyly refused, then obediently ate them all. "Is it delicious?" "Oh, it's delicious." Clause bowed his head as if a long time ago no one cared for him so much, and no one would devote himself to feeding him, taking care of his wounds. Because Clau

Clover, one of the players-who is also a jerk-sitting at the edge of the table, then stretched his legs forward when a boy was passing with his lunch tray and the content landed on my body as the boy tripped. “Oops, my bad. didn’t see that coming” Clover smirked. “You’ll need a little decor to go with that.” Candi picked up a ketchup bottle and emptied the content on me. Gasps filled the cafeteria and I froze, horror written all over my face. I could feel the liquid dripping down my face and my shirt sticking to my skin. So much for trying to speak up. “With a cherry on top. Perfect!” Shane grinned examining the grape on the top of my head as if he just completed a work of art, dusting his h

Damien laughs, checking his watch. "I say fifteen," Victor counters. "He'll want to make her suffer a bit first." None of them understands the profound transformation occurring miles away, how the touch of Clover's lips against Milton's has shattered years of deliberate blindness, revealing a truth too powerful to deny. In the hollow willow, Clover makes her decision. With trembling hands, she pushes herself forward, emerging from the shadows like a spirit materialising from another world. The silver threads of her ceremonial dress catch the moonlight, creating an ethereal glow around her slender figure.

I pushed her door open without knocking, “What did you give me yesterday!!” A sleepy Clover looked at me before saying, “It was sleeping pills and nothing big.” She gave me sleeping pills, why? “I needed you to rest so you would have enough strength to arrange your things for the holiday,” Clover said before I could ask. I looked at her with horror as tears began flooding my eyes, “This is the first holiday without Zade,” my lips began to quiver, “What do I do?” “Arrange your things, we are leaving tomorrow,” Clover stated the obvious but she didn't understand.

“Now, go. I need to finish all of this before going to that boring place." After finishing all the papers, I went to the bar called Delight. It looks like a normal club that everyone goes to when they want to dance and drink however it has a secret that no one knows except for those who are loaded with money. This is where the Sweet Delight is. A human auction for slaves or whatever you want to do with them. They don't care because all they care about is the greens that the buyers have in their wallets and banks. I went to the bartender and ordered a special drink called Sweet Delight that can only be ordered there. After taking a sip, I moved my finger to tell him to get closer.

In the middle of a silence so deep it rang in their ears, the hologram of Lucen Dorne stared at them, his smile a mask of unending cruelty. “You all look so confused,” he said, his calm voice filling the empty room as if he were savoring their bewilderment like the finest wine.

Straightening, she pulls a pea from the end of the spoon. "What is it?" "Eat it." She hands it to me. "What is it?" I take it from her and inspect it. It looks just like a pea. Green, round, and my least favorite vegetable. "It's like a—" She pulls a tattered hood over her hair. "Cloak. Hides your glow. Hides you until you are ready to no longer be hidden." "When's that?" I hold up a hand. "TMI, I know." "T-M-I." She nods. "Eat it."