Rue Outfit Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She sighed, perhaps she should go back and apologize. But before she could even think to do so, someone joins her a few contemplating seconds after. She could never forget the dark hair that cascaded down her back, the dark eyes that were cruel and the smirk she dreamed of cutting off her face when the bitch trapped her in the enchanted forest. Mericel stood at a distance before her with a revealing dress hugging her form. Rue could feel the vomit trying to lurch in her throat but the fury was surpassing it by many. The thirst for blood was too powerful to focus on the disgusting nakedness of Mericel.

After dressing, I read the note: "Hahaha, well girl, I hope you enjoy my gift. I think you'll look perfect in it. Once you're dressed, come to the kitchen. Hahaha." Then, the note vanished as if it had never existed. I felt prepared for whatever awaited me. I made my way to the kitchen, only to find Ruth clad not in a jumpsuit but in a long black and grey floral dress that trailed on the floor. Her face was ghostly pale, hidden beneath layers of makeup that attempted to conceal her dark veins. I would prefer to look like a skeleton than face a ghastly specter in the morning. I glanced at Annabelle, who simply shrugged in response.

“Let’s do muffins. Any leftovers I’ll take with me and make the guys jealous.” She was laughing as he walked down the hall to Marie’s room. The door was opened, and he stood just out of view watching the four girls. A stack of Marie’s books had been knocked over and he decided that it must have been the crash that he heard. Marie had a sleeveless floor length empire waist dress in dark gray with bright purple trim and lace. He already knew that she chose that to pretend that it was her Hogwarts Ravenclaw uniform. Dee had a knee length pale pink tea dress with a navy sash and trim. Taylor had a similar dress with tiny white flowers all over the pale blue material with white lace at the hem.

Another part, the part I was scared of, wanted to lean into it. * Night fell. I got ready for the party in silence. I wore a black mini leather dress. It was tight and short, hugging every curve with a deep neckline and zipper down the front. I paired it with high knee boots that made my legs look longer. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Rian was waiting.

Conversations were soft but deliberate, a hundred little games being played under the cover of music and laughter. Theo’s arm was firm beneath my hand as we stepped past the entrance. The subtle scent of leather and some dark spice followed him, grounding me in the dizzying sea of silk dresses and tailored suits. The chatter didn’t stop when we arrived, but it changed. Eyes flicked toward us and away again, like they were afraid to be caught staring yet couldn’t resist. My dress—a fitted slip of deep red silk—caught the warm glow of the chandeliers, and Theo’s suit looked sharp enough to slice through the tension.

~Morgan POV~ The studio was freezing. Not actually freezing. But cold enough that goosebumps raised on my bare arms as I stood under the bright lights. I was wearing a white silk robe. Thin. Barely there. The kind of thing that was meant to look elegant and sensual on camera but felt ridiculous in real life. Simon stood across from me. The male model they'd paired me with for today's shoot. He was tall. Handsome in that generic catalog model way. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Perfect teeth.

If I could control something, even just the outfit, then maybe I could control the fear. Two dresses lay side by side: one maroon floral gown, the other black, plain, with a zipper running straight down the back. I picked up the black one, running my fingers over the smooth fabric. It was simple, and uncomplicated, something that'd be easy to pull off. I slipped it on and turned in front of the mirror. “You look fine,” I told my reflection. “Just normal girl doing stuff for survival." Normal. I wished I believed it. By the time I left the apartment, the sun had had already set.

the voice said. Then the image — Violet had blond hair now, cropped and precise; the red suit she wore cut into her as if the fabric were armor. Her eyes were thin knives. The girl who once laughed at small things and hid scars under loose sleeves was gone in the way that rain removes dust, she had been cleansed into a different weather.

She turned to her closet and started rummaging for clothes, she selected sweatshirts, jeans, and a couple of dresses. “I’m gonna go shower, give me a minute I’ll be quick," she said hurriedly grabbing underwear and jeans. Ruke nodded in understanding, got out his phone, and looked through his messages. There were several but he chose to read his brother’s first. Jake had sent one saying that their friends Violet and Lang were coming over. Also that Raphael had reported that the council seemed divided during their meeting and urged Ruke to hasten his announcement date. “Done” Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans.

It was exactly 10 PM. The card Damien had given her felt like it was burning a hole in her purse. She had dressed on purpose—a long gown with a thigh-high slit that hugged every curve and showed just enough cleavage. If she was going to seduce Damien, she had to give it her all. Her hair was pinned up in a messy style, with loose strands framing her face. Her lips were painted a darker shade than usual, bold and daring. She rang the doorbell once. The door opened on its own seconds later.