If Glimmer won the Hunger Games

If Glimmer won the Hunger Games

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WpMetadataReadConcluída sáb, mar 21, 20201h 5min
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Hunger Games
This story is not serious at all. It is meant for a good laugh. This story is mainly for Glimmer haters because of how stupid is is. When Glimmer Carnwell volunteers for the 74th Hunger Games, she finds herself in many sticky situations such as choosing between strawberry and raspberry frosting for her cake. How will she solve all these problems? Read to find out. This story is based off of my story "If other tributes won the Hunger Games." Characters were created by Suzanne Collins.
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What if the star crossed lovers were not the victors of the 74th Annual Hunger Games? In a world where Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwell won the games. 16 year old Clove is prepared to represent District 2 as the female tribute. Fearless and highly lethal when in possession of a knife, Clove Kentwell is easily a top contender for the crown...that is before haughty Cato Hadley volunteers himself as tribute to compete alongside her. * * * * "You don't understand how exhausting it is to keep pretending I hate you." he spits at me. His expression morphs into a mortified realization as it registers to him what words just spilled from his lips.

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