Peetamelark Stories

THIS IS NOT MY STORY, I TAKE NO CREDIT! "She traces the timer on her wrist without even thinking about it. It's not counting. Of course, it's not counting. She zeroed out at midnight - the official start of her husband's eighteenth birthday. Her sister stayed up with her, wanting to be there to see the numbers end. Maybe it's a nervous habit now. It's supposed to be comforting. Or at least, it used to be comforting, when she was smaller and the numbers were bigger. They had seemed infinite. For the last week - or month or year, depending on how you look at it - she's only been made nervous by the numbers. Not that worrying helps." In Panem AU where marriages are controlled by the government and everything else is left for the couple to figure out by themselves.

Haymitch protects Katniss in the games, everyone thinks it's because Peeta asked him to, but what if that's not the reason? Then, what was the reason? I know, I'm the reason. It started in the Second Quarter Quell. Peeta and Katniss weren't the first star crossed lovers, just the first to both survive or at l least that's what people were lead to believe. This is the Second Quarter Quell. This is Haymitch's story. This is my story. I am Phoenix Black. Hey I've changed a couple things and you will notice but they needed to be changed for my story to make sense. Just bare with me, thanks for reading.

In which you, a District Three tribute with a burning passion for winning fall head over heels for District One's star girl, Clove Kentwell. For this story you the reader are female and more masc than fem because I have seen waaaaaay too many fem readers with Clove so this is not only masc for me but for all the other handsome masc girlies. P.S I of course do not own Clove Kentwell and any other characters mentioned they belong to their respective creators.

Katniss Everdeen is a normal 16 year old girl. She has two secret admirers. She doesn't know which one she loves. But when she falls hard for one of them, how will the other react? She is also forced to spend one whole day with each one.

Taking place after President Snows death, and the Rebellion. Katniss and Peeta now live together in a safer and well kept district 12. A story of the two being in love, and learning to cope with the past. They are living a life after they have left the games. But do the games ever leave them?

This is a hunger games spoof. Each year 24 tributes are entered into the Punger games, 2 from each fishstrict. The story alternates from the point of view of Debra and Bug, just 2 ordinary girls whose lives are changed forever as they step into the arena. After all there can only be one winner... However, something's a little different. In this alternate pooniverse, puns can be lethal. by Bug and Debra/Lauren.

Where 2 dystopian predicaments where the winner of the 71st annual hunger games who won at the age of 14 sparks interest in Ava Paige's mind and decides to test her by putting her in the maze. Slowly her strauma slowly makes its way back into her mind. When she comes to choose between both her past lover, Peeta, and her enemy-turned-lover, Newt she doesnt know who to pick. What will her decision be? I probably will write a 2nd book of her in the year of the 75th hunger games and will definitely have newt and Peeta and almost all of the characters involved in some way. Depends if people like this one or not. Almost every character in this book are owned by James Dashner and Suzanne Collins.

For ten years of Clove sevina's life she has always had a strong hatred towards Cato Hadley. Ever since her mothers death, she has written down all her feelings in one of her mothers old books. Those feeling where put down on the page in what seemed like lyrics. Lyrics of a long song.

in progress ❝ No thank you, I'm not very fond of Pita bread. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Adena never would have thought, that she would fall in love. Especially not with the bakers son, whom already was in love whether or not he believed it.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ❝𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫.❞ (oc x oc) (a hunger games fanfic)

The cold in District 12 was not like that of other places. It was not a clean cold that heralded snow or frost. It was a dirty cold, a cold that seeped from the bowels of the earth, impregnated with coal dust and the stale breath of the mines. It was the cold of those who rise early to work in darkness, of those who sleep hungry and wake hungrier. It was the cold of resignation. The people of District 12 knew that Grave was a hunter. That was enough. But the truth was darker and more precise: Grave Blankell was a Human Hunter, a title the Capitol granted sparingly and only the most lethal could possess. He tracked deserters, rebels, fugitives - men and women who believed they could escape the yoke of Panem. Grave found them where no one else could, in the depths of the forbidden forests, in the forgotten tunnels beneath the cities, in the sewers where the desperate went to die. He found them and delivered them to the Capitol. Or he killed them, if that was the order. From her first breath, Alianelle was a piece of a larger machine. At six months, Grave began taking her into the forest, strapped to her chest in a leather carrier while he hunted. At two, she already held a real dagger, not a toy, and learned to skin a rabbit. At four, she set simple traps. At six, she killed her first animal - a giant squirrel - with a precise stone throw. At eight, she could follow a blood trail for miles without losing it. At ten, she mastered hand-to-hand combat, and at eleven, she knew twelve different ways to kill a man with her bare hands. While the other children of District 12 begged for crumbs and prayed not to be chosen at the Reaping, Alianelle trained for the opposite. Her father did not want her to avoid the Games. He wanted her to dominate them.

Ok so I got the idea for this book from @DramaFangirl25. I have about 4-5 characters that I realllyyyy hate so I am gonna rant about these here :)

Carnation Greenwood mourns the death of her rebel mother and struggles to deal with her alcoholic father. Doing everything she can to keep herself from drowning. After her name is reaped for the 63rd Hunger Games. Carnation must face her fears and battle her way to victory. Despite her possible grime future, Carnation finds unexpected allies and the eye of Victor / Mentor, Haymitch Abernathy. Note: I do not own any other characters but my own. I am not a professional writer. So, please do not expect too much out of me. I write for fun and for those who are willing to read my stories. - Lxna-Mxon Book ( 1/4 )

*All characters, the Hunger Games and places such as districts 1-13 and the Capitol are not mine, they were created by Suzanne Collins* I will try my best to have updates every Friday. After the war between the capitol, after everything that happened, Katniss continues her life as she grieves for her sister, tries to look after herself and continues with everything as if nothing had happened. Except she knows she can't. Everything happened. This story takes place where Mockingjay left off.

I'm Olivia grace. This is my story of how I won or lost the hunger games.

"I'm never going to make it out alive." I confess. He looks at me with his sea green eyes, memorizing me with every blink. "Trust me, there's no way I'm going to let that happen." ________________________________________ Avon Dartnell: small, fragile, highly intelligent.... The girl who scares the Capitol and Snow most. But the girl who Odair has his heart set on.

El frío en el Distrito 12 no era como el de otros lugares. No era un frío limpio que anunciara nieve o escarcha. Era un frío sucio, un frío que se filtraba desde las entrañas de la tierra, impregnado de polvo de carbón y el aliento viciado de las minas. Era el frío de los que madrugan para trabajar en la oscuridad, de los que duermen con hambre y despiertan con más hambre. Era el frío de la resignación. Los habitantes del Distrito 12 sabían que Grave era cazador. Eso era suficiente. Pero la verdad era más oscura y más precisa: Grave Blankell era un Cazador de Humanos, un título que el Capitolio concedía con cuentagotas y que solo los más letales podían ostentar. Rastreaba desertores, rebeldes, fugitivos. Hombres y mujeres que creían poder escapar del yugo de Panem. Grave los encontraba donde nadie más podía, en las profundidades de los bosques prohibidos, en los túneles olvidados bajo las ciudades, en las alcantarillas donde los desesperados iban a morir. Los encontraba y los entregaba al Capitolio. O los mataba, si la orden era esa. Desde su primera respiración, Alianelle fue una pieza de un engranaje mayor. A los seis meses, Grave comenzó a llevarla al bosque, atada a su pecho en un porteo de cuero mientras él cazaba. A los dos años, ella ya sostenía una daga de verdad, no de juguete, y aprendía a cortar la piel de un conejo. A los cuatro, tendía trampas simples. A los seis, mató a su primer animal, una ardilla gigante, con una certera pedrada. A los ocho, podía seguir un rastro de sangre durante kilómetros sin perderlo. A los diez, dominaba el combate cuerpo a cuerpo, y a los once, sabía cómo matar a un hombre de doce formas distintas con las manos vacías. Mientras los otros niños del Distrito 12 mendigaban migajas y rezaban para no ser seleccionados en la Cosecha, Alianelle entrenaba para lo contrario. Su padre no quería que evitara los Juegos. Quería que los dominara.

Suzanne Colin's 'the hunger games' but if Peeta was the main character! :3

A Peeta Mellark X FemReader book. When Y/N was young both her parents died in a house fire. Thats when the Everdeen's found her and took her in. Shes spent almost her entire life in the woods hunting with Katniss and Gale. She's always known the risks, but it doesn't matter. None of it matters now that her precious little sister Prim's name has been called. The cover art was found on Pinterest.