What Character Am I Hunger Games Novels & Stories

********** The air inside the small, secluded hut hangs heavy with the steam of boiling stew and the sharp, medicinal stench of crushed herbs. Aiden stands over the iron pot, stirring the thick broth with a wooden spoon, the heat from the fire prickling his skin. At the age of seventeen years his body lean and lithe, but beneath the layers of worn clothing, his biology betrays him. A dull, persistent ache throbs in his lower belly, a reminder of the omega nature he must hide. To the pack outside, he is nothing more than a quiet beta, but here, in the safety of his mother’s domain, the truth simmers.

“But you came with… babies.” “They are mine,” I answered, my jaws dropping. I would not let him see how scared I was. “I am not asking to be your mate or your Luna. I only want to return as an Omega. Give me a small place to stay while I look for my mother and learn the truth about my bloodline.” Cassandra pushed forward, her eyes sharp and mean. “You even dare come back after running away?. And you think you can bring some stranger’s pups here? They smell like trouble and you also smell like trouble.”

We were about to step into the danger zone, but I knew I wasn’t alone. “Moon Goddess, please let me do my best... for Phoenix.” I looked out at the crowd. Right in front, I spotted Tyra’s pink hair and her huge smile from across the room. She waved her phone, flashing a message that read: DIVERGENT WILL HOWL Then another message popped up: I LOVE YOU, FLAMMEE I smiled. Flammee—that’s the in-game name I chose during registration. Finley came up with it. He said, “Because you burn bright but move with elegance. Like fire.”

"Do you know me?" "Of course! You are Katniss Johnson, the model I admire the most. When I grow up, I want to be like you," Rhea said while looking up with sparkling eyes. "Would you like to take a picture with me?" With a friendly curl of her lips, Katniss nodded before turning to the woman who was slightly older than her. "You are lucky to have such a sweet daughter, Madam." Not expecting to get a warm sentence, the woman who was holding her daughter's hand, laughed lightly.

He can't see me cause his face is on the opposite side which gives me a full view of his large tanned back, tensing at his compressed movements. With the bar on his shoulders, he does some repetitive squats and the veins of his streaky arms throb at every crouching position. A few drops of sweat are glistening on his spine till they disappear in his grey joggings pants. I try to catch my breath because I'm suffocating due to too much hotness. That guy is too peachy. Oh, what am I doing? It's like I'm stalking him. Stop this Hayat! Shaking my head to snap out of those thoughts, I take a deep breath to gather courage and finally call him in a loud tone, "Eren!"

That is one of the things that I have been working to change. "Send him in." The next second the door opens and a young man walks in. He is tall with blonde hair and I can tell that he is very popular with the ladies. He already has an arrogant air to him, so I can tell that he is going to be one to watch. "So Michael tell me a little about yourself. Have you taken a look at the females for your pick today in the reaping?"

I lashed out again before he could say more. " I.. I.. I.. is that all you can say you, stupid idiot! Your lucky I need you or I would rip your throat out right now. Get the fuck out of my sight before I change my mind!" Hunter quickly scurried away like the wounded dog he was leaving me to my thoughts. I knew that I was going to need more help if I wanted Kendra. This Matto thinks he has rights to her, but he is dead wrong. She is mine and I will kill anyone who gets in my way.

Scarlett, There was a commotion in the corridor, and I heard people running. I sat up in bed, and I knew we were under attack. It was sudden, and I did not know what to do. Why hadn't my mates returned yet? I felt someone try my door, and when it didn't open, the person broke the lock. The man was huge, easily six feet six inches. I swallowed because his brown eyes had a murderous look in them. I did not know what to do. I wasn't a fighter.

I tried to ignore the pain radiating through my chest at his words. “What do you mean who am I? I’m Snow, your gifted mate… You don’t remember me?” I asked. He shook his head. “I'm sorry, I don’t.” He said. “Come here, let me show you.” I said, and held my hand out to him. He didn't move though. “Why would I let a Hunter get that close to me?” He asked. “Damien, I would never hurt you!” I scoffed. I was getting frustrated now.

"You're skinny Gamara, you ate a lot." I almost choked even though I didn't eat anything so I just bent down. "Yes, supreme." I just answered and we quickly left the tent because I feel like we were going to end up there at any time! But at least, we know who we are here in the camp. Cayden is Lexus, and I am Gamara. It's just shit, it's biased here. Even here, is it still better to hear the name of this stupid? "Cayden, we should inform the others. We need to move now." I said here and my eyes became wild.