Hunger Games Interview Novels & Stories

How can I bring him in the den of these hungry monsters? “Yes,” I answered calmly. “I could not work because I am not feeling good. Sorry for unanswered calls.” [“Ahhh. I see. Had your dinner?”] “Yeah,” I lied again then glanced at Chandler who’s weirdly sneering at me. “And you? Did you eat your dinner?” [“Not yet. But I am about to get mine. A reporter pestered me for an interview so I am hungry.”] I nodded my head and responded a simple, “Ahhh.”

This is so embarrassing. “You mustn’t be ashamed Misses Kim. My husband is the same”, the interviewer assures me, “men are such hungry little vampires aren’t they?” I almost threw up my coffee. I really did. “Oh yeah”, I agree, laughing awkwardly afterwards, “such little suckers, am I right?” I am not one to wish for bad things to happen, but please can a sudden natural catastrophe just end this interview already. And because the universe hates me, the interviewer has nothing better to do than to nudge Elijah’s shoulder and open her goddamn mouth again.

As I arrived at the garden where I had decided to be interviewed, I've never seen this many interviewers who're going to have questions for me later. I loosen my tie and sit in the chair where I'll be facing them. I gave them a smile. "You're ready, Mr. Wilsome?" A red-dressed girl asks me. "Yeah, I responded. "We heard that you, Mr. Wilsome, the young billionaire of the Wilsome family, have already been engaged. Is that true?" My heart pounded as it was my first question, but it seemed so hard to answer.

That now made her outfit look official. The interview started immediately after the clock struck 9:00 am. The first interview did not take long and the interviewee, came out looking like she was about to cry. Okay, that did not look promising. She was a beautiful girl, well dressed, the only thing was that she looked too polite. The rest of the interviews did not hold any suspense. Some people came out smiling while others came out frowning. All in all, she could feel her nerves increasing as the line decreased. The Black Company was one of the best companies that searched for talent among writers of every kind. Mostly novel writers and scriptwriters.

he replied gratefully, giving me a soft kiss on the lips, "you're the best. Are you going to be okay with all of this? Do you want me to send someone to help you out? Five people is a lot of interviews for one day. It can be intense to say the least. Of course, when I interviewed people for the business, it was a whole different thing. Their skill sets weren't, shall we say, suitable for children." I smiled, imagining Jaxon interviewing wise guys for a job. Asking them questions about their proficiency level in shooting and beating people up. I briefly wondered if they actually had to demonstrate these skills during the meeting, and shook my head, deciding that I didn't want to know. My rev

Feeling too dumbstruck to keep rewatching the same portion, I let the interview continue. The interviewer excitedly asks a few more questions. She asks if he’s finally found his fated mate, and quickly follows up by asking what werewolf pack they belong to. To my relief, Aiden politely declines to answer. The interview comes to a close and I drop my phone on the desk.

“This interview was prepared by the NHL, and I’m sure my dad was behind it too. Trust me, I don’t want it either but it is what it is. You’re the captain’s girlfriend, so expect things like this often.” I leaned back, resting my chin on my hand, and let out a dripping drawl. “Oh yes, captain’s girlfriend. My absolute favorite title.” Tyler looked straight at me.“This interview is for them to get to know us better. You’ll be asked things about me, like what’s my best food? How do I like my coffee?” I stared at him blankly. “How on earth would I know?” “Exactly,” he countered, his voice smooth. “We need to practice.”

“Maya… the one GOG talks about?” “Yeah. I*******m. Trending.” My stomach clenched. My heels kept clicking. I didn’t break stride. I’d been trained for this — pageants, interviews, fundraisers with smiling men who were only there to take pictures. You learn to hear everything and react to nothing. But curiosity is a beast.

"Should I be?" "Most people are." "I'm not most people." "No," he said quietly. "You're not." ****************************** The next day, the mock interview was brutal. A journalist named Marcus Reeves fired questions at them while cameras rolled. He was polite but relentless. "Mrs. Blackwood, you've only been engaged for a few weeks. Some might say that's unusually fast." Izzy kept her smile steady. "When you know, you know." "And what do you know about Alex's past? About Lila?"

I pray I don’t stutter. I got this interview four days ago after our first appearance in public at the ball, they wanted to interview me and know more about ‘Alexander’s fiancée’ first. Alexander was ready to turn down their offer since I wasn’t used to this kind of lifestyle even though my parents were rich. I had to stop him, if I’m going to do this then I have to face all my fears and that includes letting the outside world know me. I agreed to do the interview so here I am days later getting ready for my first interview ever.