Hunger Games Interview Novels & Stories

"Are you Ms. Vergara?" She nodded. They did not hesitate to approach her and identify who they were. They asked if she could be interviewed for ten minutes. She looked at Hera and Trixie, the two just shrugged. "What's the purpose of this interview?" she asked seriously. "There's a rumor about this Coffee Girl."

“You had an exam. I did not want to stress you. That’s not the problem now.” “What could be bigger than your mother’s kidnap, ehn Laura?” I picked up a comb to comb my hair before packing it into a bun. “An interview with Robes.” I replied. Rena screamed from the other side. I was sure she was jumping on her bed by now. “An interview with Robes! Oh my gosh! With Laura, like Robes, the Robes we know?” She asked, her pitch higher than usual with excitement. “yes.” I responded.

Then again, I’d never been on TV before. “You must have heard of your competition, though.” The man interviewing me said cheekily. “Hugo Evans.” “I glanced at his I*******m profile on the way here.” I shrugged jokingly with nonchalance, making the audience chuckle. “No, I’m kidding. I do know of him. We’ve even met during a mentorship exchange long back. He’s doing really well in London.” “How do you assess him?” “He’s getting the work done.” I pursed my lips. “There isn’t much to comment. A lot of matchmakers don’t get into so much drama like I do.”

“Try it. Tell me what you think.” I bite into the sandwich I ordered. He’s right to love this place. It’s incredibly delicious. “See?” he says, reading the pleasure on my face. “I knew you’d like it.” As I continue eating, we make small talk about the weather and the local sports teams. Miles quickly cuts to the chase, however. “Your editor was insistent on this interview today,” Miles says. “Do I get a hint what the questions are?” “I imagine you already know,” I tell him. When he just keeps smiling vaguely at me, I tell him flatly, “Everyone wants to know who you blew that kiss to after your campaign speech.”

Rissa took small steps closer as she was at a loss for words. Adrian gave her an encouraging nod, which signifies his agreement to the interview alongside Liam Hickson. “I must say, Mr Grey, Mr Hickson, I am honoured to be granted this opportunity”, the interviewer said pleasantly. A wide smile rewarded his word and Rissa sat down close to Adrian. Her eyes kept travelling in between the two powerful men she found herself around. “Mr Kentucky, I hope the filming hasn't commenced yet”, Liam said enthusiastically pointing towards the camera.

Emily set up her camera across the table from us to film us while she also wrote my answers down on a pad of paper. After she pressed the button to record and returned to her seat, Emily cleared her throat and began the interview. “Thank you for having me today, Luna Hannah,” she began. “Thank you for being here, Emily,” I replied. “Please, call me Hannah.” “Of course, Hannah. It would be my honor.” “Are you sure that you wouldn’t like some cheese or salami? Perhaps a bit of wine?” “Oh, I shouldn’t…” “What, are you going to get in trouble for nibbling on the job?”

I gave a tense smile. “Even if they ask, you are not answering.” Jaxon assured, “And beside, the media will soon forget about it” I straightened out my suit jacket and shirt, nodding my head. We were called in for the interview. Shooting this interview was actually more interesting than the last Interview I had with my teammates. The teasing and jokes were there like in the locker room. Thankfully there was no fumble and neither did the interviewer ask ridiculous questions. “I can't wait to have dinner with you guys on Christmas” Jake said loudly as he draped his arms around me and Jake.

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 glanced down at them. “I don’t understand how you’re comfortable sitting in those.” “I’m not.” “You look like you are.” “I’ve had years to fake it.” “That’s mildly concerning.” “It should be.” I flipped to the page I’d been avoiding. “Okay. Last interview.” He nodded. “Go ahead.” I hesitated just long enough to feel it, then asked, “If hockey disappeared tomorrow… who would you be?” He blinked, then let out a quiet laugh. “No one’s ever asked me that.”

Chapter 21 Denver’s POV The interview had started exactly as I expected. The bright lights warmed my face while the camera focused on me. The questions rolled out smoothly at first — my role in the company, the journey from joining as a fresh graduate to becoming a key decision-maker, the partnerships we had secured. I answered with practiced confidence, my voice steady and professional. But it didn’t stay that way for long. The interviewer leaned forward, her expression still polite but her eyes sharper now. “Miss Denver, one thing our viewers are very curious about is how you balance working under your husband, Dylan. Does it ever feel complicated, having your personal and professional liv