Peeta Hunger Games Actor Novels & Stories

Charlotte POV When I pictured myself killing him I never imagined him to be my father. I never imagined being the one to take a life from someone who is supposed to love me. What if he is my father but doesn’t know it? Maybe that would make it easier. How can a father distort someone they created so easily? Did his father just not show him enough attention? What am I saying, he can’t be my father. How did my mother get away with lying about who we really belong to? Maybe that’s why he killed her, for lying. My brother suffered because I was too much of a bitch to stay here and fight for what was mine. But now I get to go out and kill what I’ve always wished I had. Why does living have to be

The man looked down at his feet, clearly growing nervous before he nodded behind him. Luna Ariana, the woman he knew that she did not want to see, stood behind her alongside her husband, Donatello’s father, Alpha Anthony. Both approached them and feeling her breath get caught in her throat, Luna Katerina glared at her brother before turning to face her mother. “Congratulations, Katerina” she said, speaking before Katerina could say a word. “For someone who chose to abandon her daughter and for someone who never bothered being by her daughter’s side through her pregnancy, I am surprised that you are here” Luna Katerina stated coldly.

Phedra Elizabeth quietly thinks. “You eat… Or wait for me to feed.” The male lead pressed his face to Phedra Elizabeth. “What are you doing?” The male lead took out the phone from Phedra Elizabeth's hand and put it in his pocket. "Porridge. It's getting cold." Duncan Hiddleston was reluctant, eyes full of pain. "Your recipe for persuasion. Test it yourself. I can't take this hit." Phedra Elizabeth holds a bowl of porridge in her hand, stirs it with a spoon, and raises her eyebrows to look at the male lead.

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

I don't want my confession to ruin our friendship if he doesn't feel the same. "Liam Hemsworth," I said the first famous, hot guy who came to mind. "Aurora, we're watching The Hunger Games, that's too easy of an excuse," he motioned to the screen and he was right. I had totally forgotten that was what we were watching - no wonder he came to mind so quickly. "Theo James," the second hot, famous guy to come to mind. Kirans eyebrows lifted, "The guy from Divergent?" "Yes," I sat up a little straighter, "He has a sexy accent that he hides in the movies and I fantasize about him."

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

Even though at this time I could hardly move as the pain in my body was immeasurable, I had no other choice but to do what I was asked to. I knew Alpha Kyle was watching me and would ask the guards to whip me if I did anything to displease him. I didn't know what I had done to him, but it seemed like he enjoyed seeing me suffer. Just as I was going about with my job, I froze as the aroma of food drifted into my nose. At that moment, my stomach rumbled Loudly and a pang of hunger hit me. It was at that moment I realized I had forgotten the time I had last eaten.

Would she be punished or sent to some dungeon deep underground? I really needed to stop watching Game of Thrones. I had to stop overthinking because I had an early morning and couldn’t afford to anger any more of these people. I showered and went to bed. *** The next morning, I prepared myself and made my way to the kitchen. “Well, if it isn’t the troublemaker.” The chef glared at me as I entered. “I’m sorry, what?” I said, taken aback. “You sent Catrina for the worst punishment. She was my best girl,” he replied.