Erica and other friends of Ben along with all of Joshua's money are stolen by an evil game maker, and he makes them compete in a challenge that applies to both of their skills, they have to go against each other, and only one will walk home with what was stolen from them in the first place, the other will never get it...
When a twenty-one-year old girl texts one of the mighty Avengers, she gets herself in deep trouble. Little do the Avengers know, this girl has multiple identities. Read to find out more.
"Will you stay with me?" He asks as if he's unsure. I look him in the eyes and kiss his hand. "Always." I whisper. Book 1 Peeta loved her first and she loved him second, or was it all just a ploy to survive? They were thrown into the games together, but only one could come out. . or so they said. Book 2 Katniss and...
Peeta has returned from the Capitol and is determined to bring katniss back to life. Will she allow herself to feel happy again though and will she allow herself to love again?
We all know that the end of Mockingjay jumps to an epilogue. Ever wondered what happened in between?? Real or not Real? An answer can change it all...An answer did for Katniss and Peeta. Read to dwell deeper into Katniss and Peeta's relationship as a story unveils of the continuing love story between theses 2 victors...
I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME.. 'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..' I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS.. --- frag·ile /ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/ adjective 1. easily broken or damaged. "Before there was a dangerous woman, there was a fragile girl." --- ( OC x FINNICK ODAIR ) { PR...
What if Peeta was never hijacked nor taken to the Capitol? What if Katniss really loved Peeta? What if Katniss got pregnant when she, Peeta, Haymitch and Plutarch arrived in District 13? Would she still be the Mockingjay? This story answers all of those questions. Remember guys, this is just a fanfiction. Hope you...
"After everything we've been through, two hunger games, hijacking, a rebellion.. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And after a few years, his lips we...