President Snow Hunger Games Novels & Stories

William Snow was upset. I grabbed her by the men and made her breathe. “You need to calm down,” I said. “You need to breathe to process what you just read.” “My father wants me to get all the powers of my bloodline because he thinks there is something wrong; he thinks of a monster plaguing the land and being a threat to everyone,” Snow said with a lot of nerves. “My father thinks I can beat that by having my powers. In what world do I have such a big responsibility?”

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

Then he turned his head around to the students who passed by with a glance. “Join the club that holds the players of the basketball team's future!” he yelled out. His voice was starting to shrink onto a worm because his mind was yielding a shield to protect what was left behind of his energy. ———- Josh chugged the water down his throat. The coolness spread in his throat, and they turned out to be the ones who shielded a hex in his skin, defending him from sweat. “Mr. President, you don't want to eat?” Tristan said. In his other hand, a sandwich was trapped against his grip, trying to persuade Josh out.

The man watching felt bad for her but still urged, "Ma'am, you need to hurry and find it. You're nine months pregnant. You could go into labor any time. I'm worried something will happen to you." Even a stranger worried about her, but Remi was this cruel. She didn't answer, just bit her lip, dove underwater, and searched for that medal again and again. From daylight to dark, the pond water grew colder and colder. She shivered but still couldn't find the medal. At nine months pregnant, her body felt impossibly heavy. Every dive to the bottom felt like it would tear her organs apart. The men on shore couldn't bear to watch anymore. "It's already 10:00 pm. If this keeps up, she's going to colla

Snow pleaded. Lindsey huffed. "How could you do something like this? What could you possibly gain from slandering someone else like that?" "But…" Snow had wanted to say that it was Summer in the video and that Summer had said she was Mason's sister. But when her eyes met Summer's, the rest of her words were caught in her throat. Summer's gaze had been filled with warning and killing intent. Snow came from a very ordinary background, and she had always been top dog among her classmates. To put it bluntly, she was ignorant of the true workings of the world and had never encountered such a terrifying look before.

Next week, I'm marrying your uncle. Marrying the heir to the Gibson family fortune? Of course I'd be over the moon! The chicken soup errand was done, and I no longer felt like playing pretend with these people. "Seth, it's getting late. I'm gonna head out," I said. I was about to leave when Janice grabbed my sleeve, grinning at me. "Nevaeh, I've never seen snowmelt from the top of the mountain. It's such a shame. Could you get me some more?"

Obviously, the Snow King would be Justin. But it wasn’t. “And the Snow King… Is our new student, Eli Johnson!” the dean announced. The crowd went silent. Somehow, this new transfer student managed to be voted as the Snow King, but his girlfriend hadn’t been voted as Snow King. I saw the crowd part as he sheepishly walked up to the stage, tall and lanky, and walked up the steps. Meanwhile, his girlfriend glared up at me from the crowd. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help but wonder if she had planned on being the dance royalty with him, but my friends’ lighthearted prank had voted her out. It certainly seemed that way, judging from the angry stare she gave me.

While they ate, Trenton and the others steered the conversation toward the authorities, probing for information with practiced care. "So, I was wondering," Trenton said, producing a treasured bottle of whiskey and pouring Keegan a generous cup. "When is the government going to deal with this snow disaster?" Keegan tipped his head back and drained the cup in one swallow. The liquor burned its way down, warmth spreading through his chest and into his gut. Color returned to his face. He said nothing. He picked up his utensils and resumed eating.

Even when bugs bit her during our two years of adventures, she never cried. I could not bear to think of how much pain she was in back then... Janet trembled, blood gushing from her mouth. "It was so hard to earn money before. Chester would give me all the food. He'd pass out from hunger." Then, she started thinking I was someone else. "Chester, you must be so tired after all these years." I sobbed and pressed my hand over her mouth. "Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop."