A Love To Die For | Clato FanFic
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  • Reads 974
  • Votes 23
  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 16m
Ongoing, First published Dec 11, 2021
The untold love story of the 74th Annual Hunger Games.

Cato - the charming player, who has only ever had one goal in life - to win the Hunger Games. All his father ever saw in him was a killer, someone who had a temper, who he could use to gain riches if he one day won.

Clove - the intelligent, sarcastic girl whose family seemingly loved her, but she grew up poor. Leaving her with no option but to train as hard as she could and hopefully win the games for her family.

Clove never saw Cato for much more than just another player, but every time Cato saw Clove he felt something different - He felt something real.  But what will happen when Clove catches the eye of Marvel? - The mature, hopeless romantic from District 1.

An alternate ending to the Hunger Games.

*Discontinued as of now, may come back to it*

THE HUNGER GAMES SETTING AND CHARACTERS BELONG TO SUZANNE COLLINS.
All Rights Reserved
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34 parts Complete Mature

What if the star crossed lovers were not the victors of the 74th Annual Hunger Games? In a world where Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwood 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.