Novel & Cerita Tribute Names Hunger Games

Tristan yelled at his ridiculous claims, turning his head at the side opposite to his to hide his slightly reddish face. Percy laughed so hard he almost choked himself with bread. Good thing he was quick to grab his jug but literally coughed the water upon gulping it down. "But hey Tristan. . " he coughed again to relieve his throat off of obstructions. "I'm sure you don't want to go back to that despicable woman you call 'aunt'. So whatever it is that holds you back, think about your siblings and the life you have. You've seen it, living in the Capitol is far better than that Arbe-ar-ark- that God forsaken-district."

, I whispered to him. "Okay", he whispered back. "What do you want from me?" I asked the girl in front of me. What's her name again? Kristine? Kaisha? Kimberly? "Ugh, what is your name?" I yelled out loud in frustration when I got tired of trying to remember her damn name. "My name is Kimberly Brent sweetie and I'm the queen of the school", she said looking so proud of herself. I snorted. "I don't care who or what you are in this school. Just spill the crap you came to say and leave me alone."

The sun was scorching. The ground was hot. My back was hurting badly. With my body drenched in sweat, I tried rounding up my third set of sit-ups. It was my last set. To my surprise, I had underestimated the difficulty of the exercise. Canary had suggested I do sit-ups alongside Sophia and the tall, beautiful, lady I'd seen with them earlier. Her name was Katniss. She was my biggest cheerleader as I attempted to do my third set of sit-ups. With each sit-up, my back throbbed with an agonizing pain, yet I persisted.

Rachel's POV "That’s your husband?” Emilia cocked her head toward where Alan and his friends were sitting. “That isn’t a human, Rachel. That’s a fucking greek god.” “Damn,” Mark sighed beside me. “I can’t believe that’s what you were complaining about.”

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

Just like mine. She was my child. Even asleep it was clear by looking at Penelope that she was mine. All these months I've had a daughter and I didn't even know it. There was an ache in my chest and an uncertainty of what to do next. "Her name is Penelope."Jamie walked into the room and stood beside me at the crib. "After my Mother, she would've been happy about that."I appreciated that Jamie named Penelope after my Mother, especially since I wasn't in the picture."It must've been hard for you doing it alone, I'm sorry that you had to."

He had been fighting alone and I knew mates were supposed to support each other. He was my fated mate even if he didn't know it yet. "We are participating. Please send the module to the pack. " I announced with confidence which even shocked me. His grip tightened on my hand and he whispered, " You have no idea about it. " "What did the maid announce? " Ava said, looking around. I took a sharp breath, " I, Luna Celine, along with Alpha Tyrion announce that we are participating in the competition to the throne. "

Avery nursed her burning cheek, marveling at the Matriarch’s capacity for delusion. Undeterred, Avery brushed the guards aside and stood tall. She pulled out her parchment and wrote with a steady hand: Are you suggesting I would kill my Mate for mere territory and gold? Victoria arched a graying brow. "What else does a wolf without a spirit value?" Avery felt a flicker of grim amusement. She wrote: If the pack's wealth was my hunt, the tributes Harrison left me would still be in my cache.

"What's your name, and why were you alone in the woods?" However, before I could share my real name and story, I instinctively pulled back. One part of me wanted to place full trust in these people, while another part urged me to remain cautious. Despite their kindness, my past experiences had left me wary of blindly trusting others. With that in mind, I chose to use a different name and alter some details about my previous life. "I'm Katniss Sloan," I stated, adopting the new name. "I fled from my pack after it was attacked by rogues. Those rogues who attacked me have been chasing me for two months. They were part of the group that destroyed my pack."

The same kind servant girl approached with the same cautious smile. "You must be someone special. New tributes usually share chambers." "My name is Elena," I said before she could introduce herself. She blinked in surprise. "How did you—" "Lucky guess." I looked at this brave girl who would one day lead a servant rebellion and felt overwhelming affection. "Thank you for your kindness. It will mean more than you know." "Are you feeling well? You seem... distant." "Just overwhelmed. Everything is happening so fast." But it was not happening fast. It was happening exactly as it had happened before, every word and gesture a nightmare of repetition. I was a actress forced to perform the same play