"The thing is, I didn't expect to be like this," he says. The sunlight bounces off his golden hair, and it seems as if it's glowing. "Didn't expect what?" He smiles coyly, and all at once he seems more sure of himself than ever before. "I went wrong somewhere. I'm not supposed to feel this way. About the arena, about the people I'm hurting in here, and about you. But I do." "We're Careers. They don't expect us to feel anything," I say softly, knowing the risk those words carry even before I say them out loud. But I don't care. "Then they got us wrong." The Careers of the 74th Hunger Games were more than ruthless killers. Katniss knew them as the villains, bred to kill, ready to win. But this was far from the truth... ||#3 in #CLATO|| ||#1 in #GLARVEL|| (This is a Glarvel/Clato fanfic. I'm also changing the story of the original Hunger Games books) Currently editing and improving my writing style. NOT changing anything about the story/characters/events, so don't worry! It's exactly the same book, just written slightly better :) **THE HUNGER GAMES BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS, AND SO DO MOST OF THE CHARACTERS** Cover image not mine

‟Welcome to the 74th Annual Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour!" Rory Wilkin is known as the respectful and hardworking daughter of Arber Wilkin, owner of District 10's biggest cattle and pig farm. When selected for the 74th Annual Hunger Games, the life that Rory is so well adjusted to changes completely, and she must fight for her survival in the arena. Marvel Sanford comes from a completely different style of life in District 1, where since the age of 9, he's trained long and hard for these games. As both Rory and Marvel experience the fame and glory of being a tribute of The Hunger Games, they both learn that there is more to life than they have ever known. That your soulmate could be so completely different to you, yet, you are still willing to risk everything for them.

" skinnin' the children for a war drum " in which the story is told time and time again; where the dead are ravenous and the rich are meat. ( pre-hunger games - mockingjay )

this freedom tastes like ashes. THE HUNGER GAMES [ oc x oc ] [ oc x finnick odair ] ( pre-hg - mj )