The Hunger Games: Sweetbriar Rose
  • Reads 26
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 4
  • Time 13m
  • Reads 26
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 4
  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Dec 27, 2017
"Hello, and welcome to the 25th annual Hunger Games! Now let's see our selected few complete in these exciting games!" This is what you hear as you watch this replay over and over again, thinking, why did this happen to me? Why do the Hunger Games exist? I didn't work my whole life for this.

Welcome to Aiglentine Rose's thoughts on the Hunger Games. Why has this all happened so fast? Life is a big blur to her now.

(Sorry bad at descriptions just read it!)
Cover by: @crimescent Amazing graphics shop, I HIGHLY recommend it so check out her Moonlight Graphics Shop!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games but I do own the characters.
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.