Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“How long has the affair been going on? I kept my head down and pushed through. Security had to form a line to get me inside. The interview room was cold and too bright. The chair across from me was empty so I sat there, folded my hands in my lap waiting before the host walked in. She was a woman in her late twenties. She's wearing red lipstick and has sharp eyes. The kind of woman who made a career out of making people cry on camera. Few minutes later the cameras started rolling. “Good morning,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her heart. “We’re live with Luna Freya Cowell of the Ironveil Pack. Thank you for joining us, Luna.” I nodded. “Thank you for having me.” Then I introduced my

She reached across the table, her fingers brushing his. “What’s bothering you?” she asked quietly. “What’s on your mind?” Jeremy sighed, swirling his wine. “It’s stupid, really. I’ve got these interviews lined up tomorrow-ESPN, Fox Sports, 9 News. And 9 News is bringing Terrell Hillis on the segment. I can’t escape him. He’s always there, waiting to take a shot at me.” Alexandra frowned. “That’s rough. Hillis is like a bad penny-always turning up.”

“Bullshit!” he growled, glaring at her. “I’m not here to play games, Atticus. If you’re after money, you won’t get anything from me.” Her mouth fell open, but she quickly shut it, glaring back at him. “What are you even talking about, Sir? I’m just here to interview for the vacant position at your company. If you don’t want to interview me, just say so, Mr. Everette. I’ll leave. You don’t have to yell at me.”

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

Grace spent the longest time at the interview, I could already expect that much, but even she came back without any traces of satisfaction from her accomplishment… I was next. I walked inside the interview room. There were three people in the room: Eric Valentine, general manager, Dereck Cliff, chief of the production department, and Violet Herlan, manager of the new projects department. They were all casually drinking coffee and chatting merrily. They didn't stop when I walked in and greeted them. Their attitude towards me was obvious. I noticed a camera right in front of their desk. It looked like they were recording all our interviews… "May I ask what the camera is for here?" I formed a q

"Hope you're not doing anything illegal?... Aren't you underaged to drive?... You'll fail if you don't come back to school!... Where have you been!" Laura smiled lightly. "Nope, yup, I know and... I've been playing the game", she'd managed to answer all that as shortly as possible. "What's up with that lame game anyway?... I think they sent me a stupid hoe for some reason..." Laura's eyes widen. "Why did you pick the hoe?!... Who does that?" "What?... It was named 'The Harvest!', what else was I supposed to pick?... A fu*king gun?!", I shot her a questioning look.

So, let me ask again: Do you have it? The room goes silent. I doubt he will admit to taking whatever it is; I should really ask about that. "No, I told you. I haven't." Carl's words have Chase sighing. "Such a bad choice there, Carl. I look forward to our meeting." "Meeting? What meeting, Chase? I have no meeting planned." Carl's panicked voice proves he is worried. "You've heard of The Hunger Games. The film, the books and such?" Chase asks, and I hear Carl coughing.

“Hello, ma’am, are you there?” I came back to my senses when he spoke in a loud voice. “Yes, I am here. Sorry… I mean, yes. Just send me the details. When and where do I have to meet? Do I have to give an interview? What stupid question am I asking? Obviously, I have to give an interview.” I blabbered stupidly and clicked my tongue. {Stupid Arya, he will reject you on the phone call itself.}

What if this doesn’t end at an interview? My knees buckle, but Alessandro catches me instantly. “Rue, hey, look at me.” “I’m scared,” I breathe. “This isn’t just politics anymore. This is character assassination. They’ll tear me apart.” “Let them try,” Alessandro growls. “They’ll answer to me.” Lorenzo’s phone rings. He stares at the screen, face draining of color. “What?” Alessandro asks. “The full interview just dropped early,” Lorenzo says slowly. “And… there’s more.”

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.