Peeta Mellark Prosthetic Leg

Synopsis “I loved you with everything I had. I broke down my walls, accepted you completely into my life and heart thinking you were real!” “You showed me utmost care and I forgot myself completely, I forgot how to exist without you, thinking you were f*cking real! But you are so quick to throw me out as soon as your ex arrives? Ethan!” I screamed, my chest constricted with pain, holding the papers in my hand. “100 million dollars Selene, sign the papers.” He muttered, his voice light as if I meant nothing to him after all these years. My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at the papers again. The word divorce written boldly on it, crushing my heart into several pieces. “Ethan?” I muttered once again, my tone vulnerable. “150 million..” He added. My leg wobbled.

On the day before New Year's Eve, I didn't shut the window all the way, and my little sister sneezed. My parents kicked me out and ordered me to collect firewood in the dark. Inside, the family crowded around her, laughing as they handed her presents. I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I slung the basket onto my back before heading into the mountains through the wind and snow. I didn't find any firewood. I found a man instead. His leg was wedged in a crack between rocks, bloody enough to scare me. When he saw me, he said in a hoarse voice, "Get me out of here, girl. I can give you whatever you want." I looked up at him, my eyes finally focusing. "Really? Then I want you to be my dad."

Ever since I was a child, my heart and mind have been filled with feelings for him - Magnus Zumatra, son of my father's billionaire friend. On his birthday, we were happily playing when he suddenly fell down the stairs and broke his left leg, leaving him unable to walk. The one he thought saved him and called for help to get him rescued was my sister Delara Funtasierra - my half-sister who has held a grudge against me for a long time. She became the one who seemed kind and Magnus' "savior" in everyone's eyes, while me? They pointed to me as the one who pushed the man. But no one knows that it was actually me - Terafina Funtasierra - who truly saved his life. Throughout his life, he loved Delara - that's why I left and kept my distance from them. But being hurt and slandered in front of everyone is something I cannot bear.

‘’Damn, they sent a perfect b***h,’’ he spoke while he loosen his tie. The Aphrodisiac was already taking a very strong effect on Daniel, the wholesome billionaire, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. ‘’You invited me with your open legs. I will make sure to satisfy you,’’ he spoke in his raspy seductive voice and climbed over her. Grabbing her exposed milky white leg, he started moving his hand upwards from her thigh, creasing her soft skin, giving goosebumps to her. She felt a tingling sensation she never felt before. His eyes locked on her blossom, which was rising and falling with her heavy breaths. He placed his lips on her neck, giving her a nice love bite, making her bite her lips to stop that shameful moan escaping her mouth.

On the day of my birthday, my cousin, who does ballet, falls and injures her leg. My father smacks my leg with a club in a fit of rage. I cry out in pain, but he doesn't care. He sneers and says, "Now, you know how it feels! Why didn't you stop to think how much pain your cousin would be in when you pushed her and made her fall down the stairs?" He hits me with all his might until I can't make any more sounds. To drive the lesson home, he shoves me into the basement, uncaring that I'm on the brink of death. "I'll let you out of there once you stop thinking these dirty thoughts, Yvonne!" But when he opens the door to the basement once more, all he sees is my decomposing corpse.

Talia Herman thought life couldn’t throw anything worse at her than Maxton Carter, cocky, arrogant, and the hockey heartthrob who once broke her leg and nearly her spirit. But when her mother marries into the wealthy Carter family, Talia is forced to live under the same roof as her worst enemy… who might just be her biggest weakness. Maxton is hiding more than just bruises from the rink, he’s hiding how much he actually feels for the firecracker now sleeping across the hall. Their chemistry is undeniable, their tension explosive, but one dangerous bet threatens to destroy any hope for peace. Between fights, stolen glances, and secrets that could burn the whole Carter mansion down, Talia and Maxton are about to find out what happens when love and rivalry collide, on and off the ice.

She had her whole junior year mapped out. Volleyball. Late nights with her friends. Maybe telling her brother's best friend the thing she's been not-saying for two years. Then her left leg started hurting and a Tuesday trip to the ER rewrote everything. Sloane Deshazo, sixteen, has spent her whole life being easy to love. No drama, no needs, no complications. Ewing Sarcoma, stage 2, doesn't care about any of that. And neither, it turns out, does Chandler Pavelka, who keeps showing up without being asked, in yesterday's jeans and an inside-out hoodie, like staying is the most obvious thing in the world. Sloane knows how to fight. She's learning, slower, how to let someone stay. But remission isn't guaranteed, and some days the scariest thing isn't the diagnosis. It's wanting something this much.

Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle. "Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet." I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels." "Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress." His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them." I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"

I broke my leg in a car accident last week and had been stuck at home recovering, unable to go anywhere. Just as I was starting to go stir-crazy, a couple moved into the house next door—the one that had been empty for ages. I pressed my ear to the wall, catching every sound of them making love, and even recorded quite a bit. Still, I never expected something so sinister to happen. The man next door sounded exactly like my dead husband! I moved my phone closer to the wall and listened carefully. Suddenly, a scream exploded through the wall. “Lindy, you’ll die for this!” My scalp went numb. My husband was mute. The only time he ever spoke in his life… was the night I forced his head into a bucket of water. How did the man next door know my husband’s last words before he died?

Now I'm going to bend you over and fuck you.” “Right now.. Hard.. And I'm not pulling out until I'm satisfied.” He didn't give her a second to think. He spun her around, her ass up, leg spread, pussy soaked waiting. “Fuck” He growled behind her, one hand grabbing her hip, the other spreading her legs wider. “Look at this pussy.. Begging to be ruined.” She was rejected by the mate she loved… and now she’s his brother’s pawn. Kaelen Veyr, cursed and feared, buys Sylvara “Syl” Rynne… not for love, but to make his step-brother angry. She’s stubborn, fiery, and refuses to be tamed…but every clash with him sparks a dangerous desire neither can deny. A game of revenge. A storm of lust. And a fire that could destroy them both.