Pain -vom Tod verfolgt-

Pain -vom Tod verfolgt-

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Last published Sat, Feb 10, 2018

erinnerungen familie freundschaft liebe schmerz

Rose war noch nie wie die anderen in ihrem Alter, statt sich an Jungs ranzumachen und auf Party zu gehen, sitzt sie im Krankenhaus und hilft ihrer besten Freundin Linda bei der Arbeit mit den Neugeborenen. Bis der Stalker, der ihr selbst in Deutschland überallhin gefolgt ist auch in Amerika auftaucht , ihr den Kopf mit seiner wortwörtlich göttlichen Schönheit verdreht und sie anfängt sich zu erinnern. Es war kein Zufall, dass sie sich immer fehl am Platz fühlt , denn eigentlich ist ihr wahres Zuhause in Ägypten. Es gibt ein Lot, eine Rangordnung, eine unentdeckte Gabe eine Liebe, eine wahre Freundschaft , eine neu auferstandene Göttin und ganz viel Schmerz.

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