Hunger Games Interview Novels & Stories

She motioned the tiny girl on his side that wore her hair in a low bun and has an inverted egg-shaped face. “I’m Harriet,” I smiled, it’s nice to have new friends that could accompany you because I’m really clueless about the type of interview they do here, Tiffany don’t know about that, I have to figure it out my own because I’m a stubborn girl that wants to pushed myself on difficulty and slow-burn, I need to know how to do this.

I pulled out the Zoom recorder and walked over to Killian. “Hi… Killian?” He looked up at me with a pleasant, vacant smile. “Yes, luv?” “Could I interview you? For the article?” “Oh…” A shadow of concern passed over his face, and then was gone. “…I suppose so. Why not.” I sat down opposite him and began. And found out that Killian Lee was about the worst interview ever. Not that he was mean, or rude, or anything like that. No, he was as pleasant as always.

He had not expected her to cross to the small brazier in the corner, set a clay pot over it, and ask him whether he took anything in it. "I don't need to eat," he said. "I wasn't asking what you needed," she said. "I was asking what you wanted." He sat on the low bench along one wall. She brought him a cup, then sat across from him on the floor — cross-legged, as if she'd been interrupted mid-meditation and simply resumed — and wrapped both hands around her own cup and looked at him over the rim. "Tell me about being fallen," she said. Not what did you do wrong. Not how do you get your power back. Just tell me what it's like.

I sipped my coffee quietly from the kitchen island, watching him like he was a storm cloud in designer fabric. The system ghost whispered faintly. “Observation: CEO irritation levels rising.” Dream’s eyes flicked toward the air. “Do not,” he warned the invisible voice. The system ghost sounded amused. “Noted.” I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Dream ended the call with a sharp tap, then turned toward me. “They want interviews,” he said, like the words personally offended him. I blinked innocently. “Interviews are normal.” “Not when they’re asking questions like, ‘How did it feel to almost die, Mr. Dream?’”

I spun my head around in a panic, did his tone just change? "Y-yes?" "I heard you are quite the talker during the first interview. So brilliant that they demanded i interview you myself." He grinned. "You flatter me Mr Black. I'm not so worthy of your compliments." I started to play in his game. "Well, this is an interview after all. Shall we get started?" He started flipping over a folder. I giggled. "Sure! Whenever you're ready." . . . . . . "Elena Castro, age 19. Am I right?"

What's worse is that tonight's interview, she thought she wouldn't be chosen so she didn't prepare. What is he going to do later? Stutter in front of it? "And here are the questions you should ask. Sir Dante just gave it to me, review it so you won't be confused later." The director handed her the folder containing the papers for the question. "I-There are a lot of cameras later? I-Because I don't want--" "What are you, Khione. You're so famous too! Most likely everyone will be happy knowing that a gorgeous author like you will be interviewing the handsome CEO!" The other person was still screaming so he covered both ears.

I answer here. "How old are you?" This is another question. Why! Is this an interview? "It's 21." My answer. "Your hired." means this. With wide eyes, I lifted my head and turned it. "Hire?! Right?" "Be my personal slave." This is a serious attitude. "What?!" I asked in shock. MANDY YU POV:)

The host welcomed with a smile after Hera sat down. "I am fine, thank you," Hera answered, her nervousness slowly fading away. "I heard that this is your first time being interviewed, is that true?" Hera nodded, "Yeah. I haven't been interviewed before." "Wow, then I am so lucky to be your first interviewer then so let's dive right in, shall we?" "Sure." **************

"Use a clean one. This is getting thrown out." He put the bar and water down, then pulled the blanket away from me. It felt like he was stripping another layer of me away. "Eat. Drink. They want to interview you on Skype in an hour. Be ready." But of course I couldn't ask who "they" were and why "they" would want to interview me. So I just ate and washed my face and blew my nose. The hour passed quickly I think; time still seemed out of kilter.

The interviewer answers with a smile and now I am beginning to hate her smile. Damn, she insists so much and Milo looks like he is already getting pissed but still tries to hide it away by smiling tightlipped. "Well.... She's someone special to me like what I said. That's all I can say so far and I hope people will respect that and the woman on the photo’s privacy." Milo answered with a smile. The tension is running all over my body as I stare longer at the interview. My fingers are cold and my heart is skipping a beat faster than usual with every question thrown at him. The lads looked tight too whenever Milo is going to answer. I wonder how this interview is going to end.