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Una historia sin felicidad

Una historia sin felicidad

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., oct. 12, 2018
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Fiction
Romance
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Esto solo es un pequeño desenlace de mi vida, no es lo deseado en cualquier libro pero por lo menos se que no tan solo escribirlo puedo liberarme. Entiendo que la vida hay momentos pocos memorables, pero con nada mas saber que tan solo en mi vida todo seria un fracaso, no me hubiese esforzado tanto tiempo en tratar de ser algo cercano a la felicidad. Relato un poco de lo que me ha pasado hasta el ahora de mi vida y en el entra un chico que todavía no he podido olvidar. Trato de expresar de la manera mas amable y realista las cosas, sintiendo un poco de valor al expresar lo que en otras personas puedo reflejar. Necesito fluir y mi simple manera de hacerlo fue a través de las lagrimas y la música. Se que legue a ser suicida pero el motivo fue el no querer lastimar a los demás me llevo a lastimarme a mi misma
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The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

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