What Character Am I Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"You know the rules. No one touches the other tributes before the King does." The words fell from Skye's lips like a curse, and in the sudden hush I felt the truck grow ten degrees colder. The dark-haired girl shot back to her seat, eyes glinting with malice. Skye just tilted her head, a cold little smirk playing around the corners of her mouth.

I will always be myself. Naomi, the weakest member of her group and an invalid, lost the opportunity to live a lifetime. What a fantastic narrative that would be.

"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."

“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.”

"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.