Katniss Everdeen Pictures Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ask, placing my fingers under my jaw, rubbing it in thought. “After much digging,” Seb filters through the countless papers on the table and floor, picking up a few. He hands a couple over to me. They are candid pictures of the woman, but since the resolution is anything but clear, it’s hard to tell what she actually looks like. I skim through the pictures but one calls out to me. It’s a picture of the lady, and Salvatore kissing on a yacht. My eyes widen in surprise and I turn the picture to Seb who nods.

He was busy with his work. "Oh my god! Is that..?!" Jackson zoomed in on a photo, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What?" Kayden casually asked. "Isn't that Miss Thatcher?" Jackson showed his screen to Kayden. Immediately, Kayden stood up and gripped the phone. Kayden looked at the photo of a woman seated in a car, her long hair being blown by the wind, looking seductive. She had a carefree smile on her face. "What are they doing?" His voice dropped to a dangerous tone.

Kassandrah slowly pulled out a folder and placed it on the table between us with the confidence of someone presenting a business proposal instead of human lives. “We made a list of women you might be interested in.” I stared at the photographs spread across the table. Most of them looked the same—rich girls with expensive smiles, polished appearances, and eyes that had never seen the ugliness of the world. Women who looked like they belonged in luxury boutiques and rooftop parties, not anywhere near me. Then one picture caught my attention immediately. I picked it up silently. She looked different. Too innocent. Soft eyes. Gentle smile. The kind of beauty that didn’t even seem real. She look

She grinned. With trembling hands, I opened mine as Caden opened his. I recognized it immediately. Drugs, all kind. LSD, Cocaine, Heroin, Packs of Cigarettes, Ash trays etc. I turn my gaze to Caden, and I froze. In his hands held a picture, a rather graphic picture, a picture of me kissing Finley, the picture was so graphic, my hands in Finn's hair, his right hand on my bary clothed breast, his left on my ass.

With a quick glance she compared the two pictures and not only the first names were similar. Verdaaaaaammmt . It was one and the same girl. Cathleen Morrison had very dark hair. The pony reached over her eyes, the light green of which only flashed through the fringes. Freckles covered the bridge of his nose and cheeks, the face was narrow and the expression on it was cynical. She had piercings in one eyebrow, nostril and the side of her lip. Catlynn Campbell, on the other hand, was immediately noticed by her red hair that fell open over her shoulders. She looked anxiously into the camera when the photo was taken and looked like a little elf, her cheeks rosy, her bright green eyes wide. No me

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

At midnight, inside a luxurious mansion within Khanh City, a woman in her forties with a bandage over her right eye was dressed in elegant and expensive clothing as she sat on a genuine leather couch. In her hand was a photograph—a photograph of Blair Zea. The little girl inside the photo was extremely beautiful. She was even prettier than child actors. Especially that pair of big eyes, they were just too gorgeous, shining like the stars in a milky way. There would never again be another pair of eyes like these no matter how hard a person searched.

“ Oh really, then it will be more fun to play this game; let’s see how fierce she is “ Antony gave an evil grin. He looked at the photo in his hand. It was Kate's photo when she was sitting in the college canteen. She wore a baby pink dress, and she caught the hairband on her teeth and hands on her hair. She looks very young, with her beautiful face she looks lovely. Anyone who sees this picture falls in love with her. An unknown light sparked in Antony’s eyes. He has seen every type of woman in his life, cute, innocent, scheming, cunning, fraud, sexy, but he never smiled toward anyone.

She then said goodbye to Damian and me and walked toward the main door. “Ohh, Nat.” I quickly stood up and went to her. “Yes, Kat?” She asked me. “Can you help to print some of the pictures for me? I want one of the pictures you took of us today. Can you print it a bit big? I want to hang it, but not too big, though. Also, one with Damian, one with Rai, and one of the three of us in wallet size. Oh, and the one I was a vampire, in wallet size too,” I requested.

Ethan paused again. He stood up and approached the long, big table, bringing out two more pictures. These were different from the initial pictures that had left Theresa's eyes wide with shock, but she controlled her emotions as she gazed at the nineteen pictures of ladies who had been shot numerous times in unexpected places in their bodies. Then he brought out two pictures of Katy and Annabelle, her sister, taken immediately before the incident. He handed the picture to Theresa and asked, "Now, do you know these two ladies?"