Stay with me.

Stay with me.

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Storie d'Amore
Maglioncino di cachemire e capelli ordinati e leggermente mossi. Elena è la tipica ragazza per bene, di alta classe e con una famiglia apparentemente meravigliosa ed unita, ma in verità complicata dopo un tragico evento che ha scombussolato le vite di tutti. Così Elena scappa di casa, e si traferisce a Los Angeles con la sua migliore amica Sara, con la speranza di poter cambiare vita e, finalmente, poter dimenticare il suo passato. Moto da corsa, guantoni da pugilato e sesso sfrenato. Thomas è il più figo del collage, insieme ai suoi conquilini, anche amici, spaventa tutti e si porta una ragazza diversa ogni sera a casa. Thomas è particolarmente legato con Lucke, che è il cugino di secondo grado di Tom. Sono cresciuti insieme e solo il suo migliore amico sa quello che lui ha dovuto patire per andare avanti e cosa lo ha fatto cambiare radicalmente.
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The assassin of the Russian mafia was ambushed and put into a medical induced coma and woke up 3 days later in the arms of her enemy. Top- 6th in #Strongfemale ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ Pain. It was the first sensation that washed over me as I slowly regained consciousness. My head throbbed, and every fiber of my being felt heavy and numb. Blinking my eyes open, the world around me was a blur of white walls and beeping machines. My head throbbed with pain, and I struggled to piece together what had happened. My memory felt like shattered glass, and I couldn't find the missing fragments. As I tried to sit up, a man entered the room, his face familiar yet distant. He wore a facade of concern, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "Welcome back, my love," he said, his voice smooth and tinged with an Italian accent and laced with a hint of tenderness. "You gave us quite a scare. You were ambushed while on a mission, and we found you unconscious. It's a miracle you're awake." "I'm sorry, but I don't remember you," I admitted, my voice uncertain. His expression shifted, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. "It's okay, darling. You had an accident. You'll remember in time." He called me darling, but the endearment felt foreign to me. My mind was a maze of uncertainty, and I grasped for any hint of familiarity. "I need to know what happened," I insisted, my voice gaining a semblance of determination. He sighed, weaving a tale of deception with practiced ease. "You were attacked while on a mission for the Italian mafia. They left you for dead, but I found you and brought you to safety. We've been married for a year now, my darling Kylie. Don't worry; your memory will come back.""

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