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Letting go of pain por Gracejenniferanne
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Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly he loved her. He loved Breanna to pieces, she was his bumblebee. His daughter, his light in the dark gloomy world. When Breanna was five the man who raised her and the man she called father died. Leaving her in the dreadful hands of her 'mother' and her new boyfriend Mike. Breanna is now 15 and has gone through a living nightmare and has learnt lessons what no person should ever have to go learnt. Breanna is a smart, brave, extremely Whitty and an overly sarcastic young girl. She never lets anyone in she likes to keep her distance from people. Breanna had to grow up to fast and quickly learn to fend for herself. Her drug addict abusive caregivers one day get caught in a drug scandal. Putting Breanna in an odd scheme of events. she finds out she has a family and that she has to live with them. the family that threw her away... the family that tried to get rid of her when she was only a day old. How will she cope? Secrets unravel and truth forms... Love emerges and heartbreak continues... Hope is already lost and memories spiral... love and bonds grow and a strong powerful family has arisen...
The Story of G R A C E. por Lelawrites
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Und mit Tränen in den Augen sah er sie an. Er sah sie flehend an und ging auf die Knie. Sein Herz was nur für sie schlug , setzte aus als sie langsam mit zittrigen Händen die Waffe in der Hand hielt. „Tu das nicht, bleib bei mir", fleht er sie an. Sie lächelt ihn das letzte mal an bevor sie abdrückte...
Y o u r   T o u c h  por Lelawrites
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Ich mag es zu feiern, ehrlich aber seit diesem einen Abend, bleibe ich doch lieber zu Hause. Mit Herzklopfen stehe ich vor meinem Spiegel und sehe meinen Körper an. Auch wenn nichts zu sehr ist, ich spüre jede einzelne Berührung. „Every time I feel your touch, I'm broken Shattered all the pieces and parts, never thought I'd fall so hard I'm putting back together my heart"