Hidden beneath masks and glamours too intricate to unravel, the Sterling Nightingale's self bestowed mission is to smuggle prisoners out of the Capitol to District 13, much to President Snow's fury. He hunts the spy endlessly, only to be continuously outwitted. The reason? He is not looking in the right places. Silver...
When 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 gets chosen for 68th annual hunger games and her mentor is none other then the capitol darling, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑. In the battle of life and death, Juliette Ambrose ends up finding herself falling for her mentor, little did she know he was feeling the same thing. PRE-HUNGER...
❝Finnick and Taiya have kept up with their training more than any other tribute,.❞ Haymitch said shaking his head. ❝They'd both kill and die for each other. I'm serious Katniss, do not cross them. She's actually a very lovely young lady, friends with just about every victor there is, she'll be last on their kill list...
❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ⚓️ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜ ❛Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to present the Victor of the Sixty-seventh Hunger Games, Marissa Johnson! I give you - the tribute of District Four!❜ ❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ⚓️ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜ Finnick Odair x femoc Completed! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO SUZANNE COLLINS (excluding my own characters and story...
GOLDEN PAWN A valorous and morbid piece in a world full of fire and blood. (𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗼𝗰) [𝗽𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 - 𝗺𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗷𝗮𝘆] ignenatura © 2022
[ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 ] ❝ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. ❞ the 72nd annual hunger games are beginning, and 18-year-old vivian barbeau is reaped and sent to die. to make the possibility of her imminent death much worse, her mentor happens to be her old riva...
"I can't have you," Finnick whispered, pressing a soft, parting kiss to Rose's forehead, "because you'll always be Snows, not mine." Rhoswen (Rose) Snow is the daughter of President Snow, who rescued her from a homeless, destitute life in District Four when she was six years old. She has been raised in the Capitol, a...
𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆. °•▪︎°•.°•▪︎.°• ☆ In the smog breath sky of District 8, Edith Scotch had dreamt of seeing stars ever since she was little. But the most she ever glimpsed was a dull wink of the moon dozing in it's hazy blanket of sulken ash. But it wasn't all bad. It gave her...
