Hunger Games Interview Novels & Stories

"Hi, I'm Rhea Knight, the Author of Royal Deception." "Congratulations on your win, Rhea. You finally made it after trying so hard in the past two years. I can't wait to meet you at the interview." "Thank you, but I need to talk to you about the interview." I paused. "Is it necessary that I attend in person? What if I can't come due to some issues that cannot be avoided?"

I looked around and realized Bella was right, my dressing stood out but i didn't care, I walked towards the food table looking for something to munch on, ignoring the stares and whispers i go from other girls "Violet Kai am I right?" I looked up to see the familiar Gray eyes of one of my interviewers "um, hi, you remember me" i replied her "you are definitely one of our most unforgettable interviewees, you know, John had always made side remarks to some of our female interviewees but you are the only one that defended yourself, you are really confident" "thanks" I mumbled suddenly feeling uncomfortable in her presence "although, it was unprofessional of you" she continued "you stood up for y

“Yes, there was, and I assume that’s what the interview will be like. He’s going to want to know if we know each other’s favorite foods or who’s allergic to what. At least, that what I think he’s going to ask.” “Do you know those answers?” I nodded. “I think so. We spent the entire weekend together, talking and sharing details of our lives.” “Do you think he’ll pass the test?” I grimaced. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see if he really knows me.” “I have a feeling you will do fine. If you don’t pass, he doesn’t get the money, so I guess it doesn’t really make a difference if you do or don’t.”

“He forgets to eat.” “Traitor.” “It’s true.” Jamie smirks. “Dad kept checking interviews online. He pretends he doesn’t care, but he does.” Grayson shoots him a look. “Jamie.” “What? It’s cute.” I turn to him slowly. “You watched my interviews?” He shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Maybe.” “How many?” “Most of them.” And there it is again that stupid, fast heartbeat I can never control around him. “You didn’t tell me.”

He demands a little too stiff in the voice to want to do what I just said. "Just do it damn it!'' I snap and he complies although he grumbles like a little kid. He's presently being interviewed by Bimbo Akintola, the host of the Amazon show one of the trending talk show in the country. There he is, the sweet devil that had his hand in my pants days ago in a four-piece blue suit, with that same chiselled jaw, blue eyes, and that short black hair I want nothing more than to tug on while his face is buried between my legs.

“That’s… predictable. But no need to panic. This i.t guy I know, he’s a top-notched.” “Well, we’ll see about that.” Our call went on. Jerry, as a reporter, he bombarded me with questions. Personal ones. And he wants details. He’ll ask again there’s something missing. Detail by detail. That’s how he wanted it. “No! We’re not talking about… h-how big he is but—” “Okay, fine! Mother Teresa!” “I’ll end the call now. Hunter asked me to cook breakfast for him.” “His fave dishes are?”

I got home and changed in a tank top and shorts ,picked up a bag of chips and went to the living room, turned on the television but a comedy that I have watched more than once was showing,I ended up taking a nap and waking up only when Emily came back home . "How was your interview?" she asked me ."terrible" I replied while sitting on kitchen counter."what happened ? "she asked so I told her what happened and she burst out laughing ," so u couldn't answer a question because the man was handsome ?" it is not like that you know I mumbled ."so what was it?" she asked me while smiling.w wel well I was just intimidated

I was careful about touching anything because there could be cameras watching us. How would the interview go? What questions will they ask? My name is Zeta Jones, and I am 21 years old. A college student If asked why I chose to do this, I'd say I want to help the kingdom bear a suitable heir. I was apprehensive about the interview. I didn't like this, but I had to. I'm doing this for my dad. It will be alright. I chanted inwardly. A knock jolted me out of my sleep. I didn't know that I had fallen asleep.

Why on earth do they need to hold an interview? "Hurry up!" Liam urged as he opened his laptop to set up for the interview. Finally, I was seated and ready. Moments later, I was connected to a woman who introduced herself as Davina Hawthorne, Christopher Hawthorne's wife. I was asked a series of questions while Liam watched me carefully. He couldn’t hear what Davina was saying through the earphones, but he could hear my responses. “Alright. Without wasting any more time, is there anything else you’d like us to know?” she asked.

“During the interview, if you ever need a moment, just say so. We aren’t live, take as much time as you need.” “Thank you.” I smiled up at her. My leg was jiggling as I fought the nerves. Sure, I was interviewed in the past, but they were lighthearted. What I planned on doing over summer vacation. Who I was dating. That sort of thing. This was entirely different. This was discussing my father and his nefarious crimes. This was far from anything that I have had to endure. And it felt like torture in itself. But it needed to be done.