I'll get the start date here.
The young man was almost running down the deserted street, trying to avoid the raindrops falling on his neck.
Raindrops seemed to come crashing down on his neck. Maybe he could stop his steps and go to his wife, but no. He stubbornly goes there, with the imagination of the person there, all his hairs were lifted into the air.
A person should not want the forbidden apple so much.
A man should not covet what is not his own.
No matter how conscious the young man was, he wanted it. He wanted her until the last blood in his veins, he was so mean to covet the last blood in his veins.
As he walked down the street, cheered by raindrops, behind him was not only the sound of his shoes, but the hatred of one child, the tears of another.
Hate should have drowned in tears, but hatred prevailed, falling on the shoulders of the crying child.
As he took for example; He who shed tears would drown in his own tears.
When the young man entered that street, he saw the luxury car running on the street. The only light on the street, which was as dark as it was quiet, was the working headlights of the car, the car with the woman who made her heart beat.
The steps were lined up, one step before death was stopped.
He wondered, did he have the slightest regret? There was none, he trusted the voice inside him that said he was doing the right thing.
That trust has been instrumental in many things;
To the sprout of hatred.
To dry a pair of eyes.
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Düğüm kitabını İngilizce olarak yayınlamak istedim. Bölümleri yavaş yavaş çevirerek yayınlayacağım. Çeviride sorunlar olabilir, affola.
I wanted to publish the node book in English. I'll be posting the chapters slowly. There may be problems with the translation, sorry.
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ChickLitThe blood united them. Made a whole. In the middle of nowhere, they became everything to each other. They were two strings tied together and became knots. Who lit the knot first? What would hold two people united by blood?
