Katniss Everdeen Pictures Novels & Stories

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

Cole left the room and Kate stood up from her seat and went to one of the cupboards in her room which contains most of her things. Opening one of the compartments, she took a book that was there and flipped through the pages till she got to a page which had a picture in it. She took out the picture and kept the book back, staring at the picture a smile broke out on her face as she traced her hands on it. It was a picture of a small boy who was standing beside a snowman and was smiling brightly at the camera.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

She reached up and took hold of the curtain, pulling it aside gently so as not to disturb whatever was underneath. Photographs. Much to her surprise, there were dozens and dozens of photographs covering the whole wall from one end of the curtain to the other, and the curtain covered almost the whole wall, not including the one window that faced the China cabinet. All of them seemed to be of the same set of people, all in their early twenties and lead teens. They were all very attractive people, the kind you see in magazines and TV advertisements. Even the one gothic girl in the photos seemed model perfect. They were all well dressed in clothes that look expensive and tasteful, and each of th

She looked at me quizzically for a minute and then nodded, clicking on the first picture. My jaw dropped open when the screen filled with a picture of Katrina dressed in a schoolgirl outfit with the back of her skirt flipped up showing her white panty-clad ass. I clicked through the next couple of pictures, aware that Katrina seemed to be holding her breath as I watched her disrobe for the camera. I smiled at her embarrassment and reassured her with a quick kiss. "These pictures are really good," I told her, not to mention how erotic it was looking at them while we're both already naked. My cock reacted to some of the poses, especially when she had her hand inside her panties like she was pl

Chapter 42 I thought you wanted to walk away without knowing who Stefan was. Raven was curious to see what they wanted to show her. What part of Stefan she doesn't know? Is it the part he normally carries girls to hotels and sleeps with them for money? Katherine brought out the pictures of Stefan and Lisa then handed it over to Raven who seemed so frightened by the pictures. She glared at her grandmother, uncle and mother who was staring at her as her heart pant so heavily, over everything that has been happening in her eyes. "What is this picturegrandmother?" She had no choice but to ask Katherine such questions since she seemed really so confused about everything that was happening. "Can't

They arrived at the mansion. Kate grabbed a suitcase and packed her most basic clothes—jeans and sneakers. She copied all her work onto a flash drive and handed the plans and sketches to the girls so they could continue the project. Then she went to Bastien’s room, left her phone, laptop, and the necklace with the KyB initials. Everything he had given her, she left behind. She only took clothes for a few days and her work. She walked down the stairs like a ghost, went to the kitchen, and hugged Shadow, crying. The puppy simply licked her tears—he could feel his mommy was in pain.

She’d known this night was coming, though at the beginning of the week she hadn’t had a clue how she’d feel when it was time to leave this amazing place. At least she’d gotten a lot of pictures of the people she’d met and Christa had taken a couple of great shots of her with Cain and Brad. One was good enough to enlarge—that one was going in her bedroom. Christa had caught both Cain and Brad wearing ragged cutoffs and work boots, their chests bare, strong bodies tanned, arms resting on each other’s shoulders with Anne in the middle. She’d been wearing her favorite dress, and she looked almost petite beside the two big men, her arms around their waists, all of them smiling, Anne looking as if

Scarlett’s POV “Tasha! Channing! What do you have for us?” I call out to two of my trackers as I walk toward the pack land’s northern border. They had gone out, following the unknown scent that the warriors had picked up. Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I are on our way to meet them as they return home. They both shift from their wolves into their human forms as Jacob tosses them both a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Well,” Tasha says as she jumps into the sweatpants Jacob gave her, “it’s interesting.”

Candy. I opened the attachment and found three pictures. The first one was of Ethan and a young girl who seemed to be around 13 or 14 years old. Her hand was tucked in the crook of his elbow. She smiled at him with a dreamy look in her eyes. I would know because I usually looked at him with the same gaze of admiration. The second picture was of them locked in an embrace in his car. Nothing about it looked innocent to me. A sick feeling began to grow in my stomach and I truly felt like puking. The third picture I opened was the worst of them all.