Jegulus.Supremacy

Hey, what's up? I read your book on The Hunger Games and I really liked it and wondered if I could translate it into Hebrew? 
          Thank you

There is nothing more annoying than all the pictures in my books deleting every time it saves :(

Hunger Games Series is slowly but surely coming out :) 
          
          Imma try and edit the rest of Catching Fire and get that out. 
          
          But all book are written and waiting to be edited 

POV: you wrote a book that you didn’t think would get a lot of attention and then people wanted more so you started writing a second book and then it became a three book series- 

I love your jegulus story SO MUCH (regulus black and the elemental trails) do you have an updating schedule?

I just rewatched Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightening Thief
          
          Tell me how I never knew FREAKING MR. OWEN HUNT WAS DADDY POSEIDON- 
          
          

May or may not have an entire series of books about Hunger Games with OC x Peeta just sitting in my drafts- 

Saw Eternals and all I can say is Druig can take over my mind any day 

                                100 Word Story 
                                 Topic: Rafe Cameron/OC
          
          Sarah was sprawled on a chair- sunbathing- a floppy hat upon her head and cold glass of lemonade on the table beside her. 
          
          "Vivian!" 
          
          Vivian's gaze moved from Sarah to the mass that rammed into her- Wheezie.
          
          "Rafe didn't tell us you were coming." Sarah started, peeling one eye open. 
          
          "That's because Rafe is not my keeper." Vivian chuckled, regaining the breath that’d been knocked out of her. 
          
          "He wishes." Wheezie quipped before getting flicked in the head, "Ow!" 
          
          Rafe shrugged, "Finger slipped." 
          
          She only spun, kicking him in the shin. 
          
          "Leg slipped." She spat as he hissed in pain. 
          

                             100 Word Story 
                       Topic: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson
          
          "You write?" Dick quizzed, plucking a book from the shelf. 
          
          Each cover was blank and mimicked the next down to the crack in the spine. 
          
          He peeled open the cover to the title page, where two words were sprawled across the page in bold font: Blue Birds. 
          
          The paper was soft against his fingertips as he gently flipped the page. 
          
          "I dabble." Jason shrugged leaning against his bed frame. 
          
          Dick's eyes scrambled over the dedications page- 
          
                                    For Dick Grayson, 
            because no matter where you are or what 
              you're doing- you'll always be the man 
                         who taught me how to fly.