Peeta Mellark Prosthetic Leg

Sebastian comes back from Alpha Academy with a darkness his parents can't ignore. It's not just typical teen troubles, it's something connected to Dietus, an ancient god from their past. He's overwhelmed, holding onto secrets that could disgrace his family and make him question who he really is. His best friend Ruby has always been different, with powers and striking purple eyes that scare people. She tries to live up to the high expectations of her royal werewolf family, but often falls short. Her life revolved around one close friend, a boy who always protected her. But when he returns from Alpha Academy, distant and troubled, she feels more alone than ever. Things shift when they meet two new people; Gabe, an Alpha with a mysterious past, and Hailey, a sweet girl who draws them into a deeper mystery. Together, they dig into the dark secrets of their parents' pasts, unleashing sinful betrayals and deceitful lust. Preview: "At first," he said, stepping closer, grabbing my underwear and tearing it away. "I thought you were some innocent child, just a prude and angry girl. Mmm, but now I see you." He lifted my leg around his arm, bending his knees to align himself right at my core, his intentions clear. "Yeah? And what am I?" I as his tip teased me. "A ," he chuckled, thrusting into me with a force. My jaw dropped, and I cried out, overwhelmed by the raw sensation. "You're tight for a little ." He growled, pulling out and ramming hard back inside me. He pounded into me, taking me dirty against the brick wall. His eyes watched me, black as night and filled with anger. "! Don't stop!" I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders. He felt so amazing.

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

I parted my lips to speak, when Lila cut in. "It's a sensitive topic, father. Can we eat now?" She requested. I sighed gratefully, watching his actions without showing that I was. He held a glass of wine, and raised it gracefully. I stifled a moan. Goddess, his actions alone were enough to arouse me. He took a sensual sip, and I looked away, feeling my nipples hardening. When last had I felt the life being fucked out of me. Ever since my last boyfriend, that was. I hadn't had good sex since then. ~~~ "If you'll excuse me please." My voice barely sounded like a whisper. Without waiting for another minute, I rushed away, towards my room. I placed my back against the door, breathing hard. I didn't need to check, I could feel my juices soaking through my painties. It was lucky none of them saw my hardened nipple peeking through my dress. Goddess knew why I hadn't worn a bra. I needed a release. The thought had hardly formed in my head, when I rushed towards the bathroom, shutting the door close. I got under the shower, and turned it on. Placing my left leg on the wall, I closed my eyes. I pictured Vincenzo tracing his hand over my shoulder and I shuddered. I pushed my head back, my finger moving farther down my leg. I rubbed gently on my folds through the material, and moaned softly. I was fucking aroused. **** After banishment from her pack, Ella seeks refuge in her friend’s pack. The last thing she ever thought would happen was to fall for her friend’s father and the pleasure he has to offer. Can she navigate the treacherous waters of forbidden love and still maintain her relationship with her best friend?

Durante cinco años, Santiago Rodríguez y Valeria Núñez vivieron juntos bajo un matrimonio por conveniencia. Incluso después de descubrir que él tenía una amante, ella decidió aguantar la situación con paciencia. Pero todo cambió cuando se dio cuenta de que el niño que había estado criando como suyo era, en realidad, fruto de la relación entre Santiago y su amante. En ese momento, entendió que su matrimonio había sido una farsa desde el primer día. La amante, actuando como si fuera la esposa legítima, se presentó en su casa con los documentos de divorcio que Santiago había redactado. Justo ese día, Valeria se enteró de su embarazo. Si su esposo había sido corrompido, ya no tenía sentido estar con él. Y si el niño era de la amante, entonces debía dejárselo. Valeria, terminando con el amor y las emociones, reveló su verdadera naturaleza y se enfocó en prosperar económicamente. Aquellas personas que la maltrataron anteriormente se iban a lamentar de sus acciones e iban a luchar entre sí para ganar su perdón. Los jóvenes ricos, que se burlaron de ella por ascender socialmente mediante un hombre, se arrepentían y le ofrecían grandes sumas de dinero buscando su amor. Y el pequeño que había sido influenciado por la otra mujer se lamentaba rogándole que fuera su mamá mientras lloraba. * A altas horas de la noche, Valeria atendió una llamada de un número desconocido. Por el auricular escuchó la voz de Santiago, era evidente que estaba borracho. —Valeria, no debes aceptar esa propuesta de matrimonio. En cuanto a los documentos de divorcio… No los he firmado.

Durante quince años, Catalina de Alencastre fue la joya más preciada de la Casa del Marqués… hasta el día en que le revelaron que en realidad no era la hija legítima. Desde entonces, los padres que la habían amado se volcaron en Beatriz de Mendoza; el hermano mayor que siempre la había protegido, llegó incluso a empujarla desde lo alto de la galería, todo por Beatriz. Y su prometido, el general Aurelio de Haro —célebre por sus victorias en la frontera— tampoco dudó en ponerse de su lado. Por Beatriz, todos ellos miraron impasibles cómo la acusaban injustamente y permitieron que fuera castigada a servir tres años enteros en la lavandería, reducida a una sierva, sin volver a preocuparse por ella. ¿Quién habría pensado que, tres años después, los marqueses aparecerían llorando ante ella? —Caty, nos equivocamos. ¡Vuelve a casa con nosotros! El orgulloso joven marqués pasó una noche entera de rodillas frente a su puerta. —Caty, ¿me perdonas? El invicto general de Haro, cubierto de heridas y empapado en sangre, se presentó ante ella. —Caty, ten compasión de mí. Mírame, aunque sea una vez más, ¿quieres? Pero su corazón había muerto en aquellas interminables noches de tormento. ¿Compasión? ¡Ja! ¡Lo mejor sería que se murieran y se desintegraran! Más tarde, conoció a un hombre que la llevaba en el alma y en la mirada. Y al verla sonreír en su felicidad, aquellos del pasado ni siquiera se atrevieron a acercarse un paso, temerosos de que, en los años venideros, ni de lejos pudieran volver a contemplar su rostro.

No dia em que descobri que eu era a falsa herdeira de uma família poderosa, a verdadeira herdeira invadiu minha casa e cravou várias facadas no meu ventre, tirando de mim a chance de ser mãe. Meu noivo explodiu de raiva ao saber disso, e meus pais declararam que nunca a reconheceriam como filha. Para me confortar, eles agiram rápido. Meu noivo me pediu em casamento no mesmo dia, e meus pais escreveram uma carta pública rompendo qualquer laço com ela, pedindo que eu focasse na minha recuperação. Depois, disseram que a verdadeira herdeira fugiu para o exterior e acabou sendo vendida para a Venezuela. "Colheu o que plantou", foi o que disseram. E eu acreditei. Seis anos após o casamento, porém, vi algo que jamais imaginei: a verdadeira herdeira, que deveria estar sofrendo em outro país, estava bem ali, na minha frente. Ela exibia uma barriga de grávida enquanto se apoiava no ombro do meu marido, suspirando: — Seis anos atrás, se eu não tivesse perdido a cabeça e cometido aquele erro, Valentina nunca teria tido a chance de se casar com você. Ainda bem que você e os meus pais ficaram do meu lado. Caso contrário, eu teria sido presa por causa daquela impostora. Aposto que ela nunca imaginou que eu estivesse vivendo bem debaixo do nariz dela todos esses anos. E agora, ainda estou esperando um filho seu! Quando eu der à luz, você arruma uma desculpa para adotar a criança, e aquela impostora vai passar o resto da vida cuidando do meu filho como uma babá. Obrigada por tudo, Bernardo. Ela o olhou com olhos cheios de amor e Bernardo Alves corou. — Não diga isso. Casar com ela foi a única forma de garantir que você pudesse continuar vivendo livremente de jeito limpo. Enquanto você estiver bem, tudo vale a pena para mim. — Respondeu Bernardo. O homem que eu acreditava ser meu grande amor estava me enganando desde o início. Bernardo nunca me amou. Meus pais só se importavam em proteger a filha de sangue legítima deles. Se era assim, eu não precisava mais deles. Nenhum deles!