Katniss Fanart Novels & Stories

I mumble. “Damn, you look better than I imagined,” Katya says. I glance at Ami for her take, but she’s on her phone. “Ami?” “Oh,” she says, looking up. Her expression is unreadable—I hope she hates this so I don’t have to strut around like a gigolo. She purses her lips. “The color’s great, but why’s his chest out?” “So women can appreciate this work of art,” Katya says, standing and circling me. “Yes, I love it.” She touches my chest, startling me, her hand sliding to my abs. What the hell?

Not like lightning. Quietly. Like a lock turning. She knew exactly what she wanted to paint. The canvas grew quickly after that. A field appeared first. Golden. Endless. The farm. Then the oak tree. Strong. Ancient. Unmoving. Beneath it stood a little girl. Jessica at eight years old. Holding a flower crown. Looking toward the horizon. Then something new. Something she'd never painted before. A second figure stood further ahead. Older. Walking away from the tree.

“Today’s your birthday Katniss, but you made such a big show to get me a dress. Anyone will think I’m the celebrant myself, Ariadne spooked Katniss slightly as they checked out lip glosses and foundation at the cosmetic department. Katniss grabbed her arm, disregarding her minor resistance, asking all coquettish. “Does it matter? You’re a young girl yourself, you also deserve to spruce yourself up. And what’s more, you’re my friend.” Ariadne shook her head in amusement. It really feels great to have a caring friend who loves me like she would love her own sister. Nevertheless, she was convinced by Katniss and she decided to pick out some makeup products for herself too.

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Katniss had to purse her lips to keep from laughing. “Then, what about your closeness to Cayden Evans. I've seen your photos. You look very sincere and affectionate in that pictures. Was it just a ruse?” Lifting the fork, Julian shook his head faintly. "I'm only good to my nephew. When faced with other children, I'm not sure I can be warm.” Suddenly, Katniss looked down. She couldn't hold back a smile anymore. As soon as her face was shown again, her eyes had sparkled with more hope.

"Still hate me?" "What could've changed that?" I asked and he chuckled, finally we stood in front of the first original painting of Feng Shen, and it was a landscape filled with colours and different hues, it was a captivating painting but not so hard to copy, believe me, I don't feel so good about doing that but I had my reasons. "Feng Shen is a master," I heard Gwen say to Kim as they stood behind us for a minute. "I would kill to have such a painting in my house, my husband will go nuts if I purchase this," Kim gloated and I looked down smiling, Michael had turned his body a bit to listen in on their conversation as they sold the idea that this is the ultimate painting everyone should hav

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

Apart from those, every other part of the windshield is utilitarian: the wipers, the bottle of dubious spring water, the handy rags… Kate of course likes decorating, as evidenced by her room at home whose walls are covered with montages of photos on poster boards and corkboards – photos of herself with her friends and her parents – aside from the more precious photo stickers and Polaroids on the frames of her standing mirror and nearly overrunning the surface. She also has posters of Blackpink, BTS, Twice, Momoland, Exo and other K-pop groups, inspirational scroll posters from Papemelroti, and one geeky poster of Yu Yu Hakusho with the four main protagonists in dynamic poses. Kate doesn’t ge

I smell her sweet scent, knowing it’s her. “Are they trying to mate you off again?” Katarina walks in and sits on my bed. I exhale, looking at Kat. She is stunning. Tall, slender body with curves for days. Long strawberry blonde hair down her back with hazel eyes that can always read me like a book. To others she comes across as a bitch but with me she is just Kat. The kid I grew up with. “Yep.” “Well, you can’t help how powerful you are.” She backs me. Like she always does make me smile. “If only we claimed each other.”

INTRODUCTION: (Katerina's POV) I'm Katerina Bathas, seventeen years old. I'm the most underrated and hated shifter in my pack, the fallen moon pack. Yes, everyone, apart from my only friend, hated me for some reasons. Some say it's because of the way I look, others say it's because I am too weak and lazy to fight, to defend my pack or even myself in times of battle and so on.