It's the 6th Quarter Quell, and the Capitol has a surprise for the Districts. Not every District will compete in this Quell. 2 tributes can become victors and 22 more will be lost at the hands of the Capitol. * No copy right infringement intended. All rights reserved to Suzanne Collins. Cover picture credits to owner.*

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 the heartless, brutal, killer she was born to be, everyone she loves will die. This includes letting go of whatever she and Cato had--even their friendship. In the aftermath of the Games, District 2 becomes a minefield of secrets and lies. Ghosts from Clove's past appear in the day as ghosts from the arena haunt her nights. In this sequel to "Clato: Cuts Beneath the surface" Clove struggles with hiding her breaking heart and surviving the Victory tour. She begins to wonder if it would have been better to have died in the arena.

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 as well as she's mastered knife throwing. When new training partners for the year are assigned the day after the 73rd reaping, a mistake is made. Clove ends up partnered in the wrong age category with next years best contender for the crown: Cato Hadley. Everyone is jealous but Clove has bigger problems to deal with than her annoying partner. She has a secret that she's kept hidden for years and only Cato can save her from herself.

Welcome to Panem Private School. Only the best of the best attend. They are known for their elite athletic programs and splendid schooling. The students are expected to have high scores on everything that is assigned. Doing poor is not tolerated. These students are also known for their smart decisions, in other words, this is not a party school. That's what the staff thinks. With the most talked about clique in the school, who knows what rules will be broken. Meet Glimmer, Cato, Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, and Johanna. The school's A-Listers. Mostly because of their athletic ability. No one is able to show any single one of them up. Until Clove comes. Will they let her in or make her high school a living hell? And what happens when a certain member starts to gain feelings for Clove?

Everyone knows Katniss and Peeta's story, but no one knows of the star crossed lovers from District 2. This is a clato fanfic from Clove's point of view. This tells the story of life before the games for the infamous tributes, and what went on during the games. Will the games drive them apart because as we all know one tribute comes out alive. I only own this fan fiction but all credit for The Hunger Games and it's characters go to Suzanne Collins.

A breach in the system, an intruder...a glitch. She wakes up in the maze. If there isn't enough wrong with that sentence then I don't know what else to tell you. Autumn wakes up inside the maze, with no memory, no name and no idea where she is. What happens when she runs, quite literally into Newt...? Disclaimer - all the characters and general ideas are that of James Dashners Featured in the official Wattpad Fanfic Maze Runner Fanfiction reading list!

Bree is thrown into the glade like everybody else. In a dark metal box with no memory of her past life. She soon comes to realize that her new life in the glade isn't the best one. That is, until she finds Newt. Featured in the official Wattpad fanfic Maze Runner fanfiction reading list! Book cover by soldtheworld All characters and settings are owned by James Dashner. I only own Bree, and a few other select characters. *Please keep in mind while reading that I wrote this when I was fourteen. (: