A Clato oneshot in which the feast occurs. For the @Knife_Thrower contest. "Crawling on the ash, she's pitiful She lost her sense of light, she has to hold my hand Had I known we might be two kids without their jackets My fear would come alive, I wouldn't loathe her now She might not make home tonight..." -Get Up by...
Clove trained her entire life for the Games. She left District 2 to escape her father and tormentor, Favian, and bring honor to her District. Against all odds she and Cato both managed to survive. But one of them was meant to die in the arena. And President Snow is furious. Unless Clove can convince everyone she is th...
Clove never knew her parents. All she knows is her trainer Favian who sometimes doubles as her dad, and sometimes falls far short of looking out for her. In district 2 they train you not to be heartless, but to ignore your heart. After years of solitude with Favian her only family Clove has mastered this skill almost...
this is the sequel to my book, if looks could kill. Draco stares at me, his expression almost weary, and I can feel my legs shake. The tears in my eyes are threatening to spill over, but I just raise my wand. This is my war...and nothing will ever stop me from fighting it.
In times like this, the truth can rewrite the past and alter the future. In an attempt to find herself amidst the deceptive lies and horrible truths, she finds Draco Malfoy instead. She honestly just wants to make it out of the year alive...and maybe with a few less kisses from the blond git. Love story set during th...
I don't know where I am, who I am, or who anyone else here is. But I do know I'm looking for someone.
