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Capítulos 11
Tempo 1h 41m

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1940 1945 complicated concentrationcamp drama german greek historicalfiction history mature mythology romance starcrossed violence worldwar2

"Autumn arrives in early morning," I whispered to myself, remembering my dad. His jovial smile, his sweet eyes, his strong, protective arms. "But spring at the close of a winter day." I jerked my head towards the sound. I hadn't hear him arrive. Maybe I had damaged my head beyond repair. I looked at him, standing there, his hands behind his back, the same leather trench coat draped over his shoulders. He looked a little like royalty, with his regal attitude and decorated outfit. "Elisabeth Bowen, right?" he asked. I frowned and looked at him for a second. "Right," I finally answered. I closed my eyes again and leaned against the wall. I was ready to claw his eyes out when his finger pressed against my chin and he turned my head sideways. I jerked my head back and sneerer at him. "What happened to your face?" I couldn't decipher his tone. The boy was an enigma. "Germany happened to my face." Or maybe I was the enigma. He frowned in response and looked at me. Just when I thought he would say something, he walked away. He was definitely the enigma.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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𝐌𝐞, 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐟 (fictional romance - based on real history), de Emie1738

/!\ This story is a work of fiction exploring the psychology of a young man who would later become one of history's most notorious figures. He is used here purely as a narrative archetype - a boy marked by trauma, neglect, and isolation - to examine human vulnerability and emotional connection. This story does not glorify or excuse his actions. The Holocaust and Jewish history are not the focus of this narrative. _______ Long before the world knew him as one of history's darkest figures, Adolf is simply a young man scarred by violence, poverty, and rejection. Sophia is a girl from 2025 - sensitive, emotionally mature. Lost in quiet melancholy, she prays under the moonlight... and is unexpectedly pulled into another time. With parts of her memory missing, she doesn't know she just crossed into Hitler's world and who he truly is. Living in his neighborhood, Sophia's little brother becomes friends with Adolf. Sophia therefore will step into the guarded space of a boy - who hides behind his coldness, an unexpected vulnerability. This is a fictional glimpse into the troubled psychology of youth, loneliness, and the desperate search for meaning - through human and love hope.

Only Ocean, de loualou19

Meghan Polinsky was excited to see her long distance boyfriend of four years when she took her trip to Brazil. All that hope was squashed as soon as the pilot announced that the plane was about to crash. You know you will die. No one comes out alive from a plane crash right? Not to mention she didn't expect to be stranded on a raft with a undeniably sexy stranger... Throw in a bitter old man, a doe eyed little girl, and a silent little boy, as they try to help one another survive. The endless life changing isolation and trauma they just endured they will never be the same... They need one another as a raft. Not to just float above all the sharks but to make it out alive and keep one another sane. ••• "Lucas's strong hands pulled me up and I sat like a lifeless doll in front of him. He gave me yet another blank stare then turned, once again, to the water as if it was actually entertaining him. I felt frustrated as I huffed loudly to get his attention. He turned to me still with his bone-chilling stare. It was a cold stare but I still found my safety in it oddly enough. I stared at him blankly getting lost, forgetting why I came over here. I sat there as the raft slowly rocked back and forth. "Need anything?" Lucas said seriously. ••• Highest ranking: #1 in raft #1 in surviving #1 in trauma #2 in intense #3 in tearjerker Started: 3-17-19 Finished: 12-30-19 WARNING: MILDLY INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE AND THEMES

Heartless Heiress ✔️, de RainElectric

Viscious, cruel, cold -- those are just some of the words used to describe Jade Von Kaiser, the sole heiress to the Von Kaiser fortune. Working alongside her father, she has proven to be the only one worthy of the title, and she doesn't care who she steps on to become the very best. The only person who can take her down a notch is Dylan Sharp, a handsome sociopath with a charming smile and a cocky attitude. When Dylan becomes Jade's personal servant, things spiral out of control quickly as power dynamics change, and Jade is left to question everything she's ever known. _________________________________ 'The elevator ride up was silent as Jade seethed quietly, a considerable distance from me. I sighed and snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her close with ease. I bowed my head and brushed my lips against her cheek. "Are you mad at me? I'll make it up to you," I cooed, kissing her neck gently. God, why did I love getting under her skin so damn much? I loved the cute way her eyebrows scrunched when she got mad or the way her freckles seemed to glow when she was embarrassed. "S-stop it," she said not-so-convincingly as she held her palms against my shoulders. I sucked softly on her neck right under her ear while trailing my fingers up her leg, releasing breathless gasps from her. Just as things were about to get good, the elevator dinged, and the doors began to open.' MATURE: Depictions of sex, violence, profanity, abusive/toxic relationships, drugs, and other mature themes.

Take And Blame, de te-ef-de

time to close this place up' locking up the front, I slid the security doors closed and locked it. 'i need a decent meal and some sleep' leaving my work, I got in my car and drove back to my apartment. 'what the fuck are these?' looking at the flowers I scrunched up my nose. 'they just wilt and die. Why would someone place these at my door?. Whoever the hell it is, needs to get some help' leaving the flowers at the door, I walked inside and closed the door. 'they can die at the door. I need food then I need to find a new bank. I have had that account with my current bank for many years but I also know there's a trustee on there that I do not want. Maybe I can go see Janet. I know she won't mess around' hearing a knock I ignored it and stayed as quiet as I could. 'my bet is whoever left those flowers is now at my door. I can also bet it's Julius. Shit my phone' turning my phone on silent, I put it on the bench as it rang. 'yep. As expected it's Julius. Argh I could use a release. I didn't get that man's number and I don't plan to. I don't even know his name. Those things weren't discussed. We didn't discuss anything in regards to names, ages, occupations. There's no need for that' finishing making up my dinner, I then served it and sat down at my table. 'finally some peace'.

My Secret Identity, de purple13

"Hey!" I yelled. He turned around and looked at me. "What?" he asked, sarcastically. "You know what" I moaned. "You were meant to kiss me" I whined. He laughed and ran back to me. He connected his hands around the back of my neck and pressed his lips against mine. Now this was romantic. Every inch of my body felt warm and fluttery. I pressed my lips harder against his and rested both my hands on his bum. I hooked my thumbs into his back pockets and smiled. He pulled away and smiled back at me. Susan had to move from England when she was younger because her dad was fighting in a war, but now a sick, evil man has constructed an army of troops to steal girls and turn them into prostitutes. One day Susan gets captured by the troops but soon she realizes that she is falling in love with her kidnapper. But is the feeling mutual? Will they be able to hide for the rest of their lives?

Irresistible, de ImmaFrootLoop

I looked up at the man in front of me. He was HOT. But he was also forbidden fruit. He was Alex's brother for God's sake! My boyfriend's brother, none the less. I shouldn't feel at all attracted to him, but the way he was looking at me right now... This wasn't right. He leaned closer though. I was losing all control right then. He pressed his lips to my jaw and my mind went completely blank, like it always does when he was this close. This was wrong. This was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to find the reason. Then it came to me. Alex. Alex would be angry. Now I seemed like a whore. Another kiss, on my neck this time, and another thought slipped away. This is still wrong... Why though? Think Beatrice! Alex came to mind again. Alex came to mind again. I knew there were more reasons than that, but I couldn't think of them at the moment. He moved his lips again, this time peppering kisses across my collarbone and he stopped at the hollow of my throat. I gasped softly. Now my mind was empty. I wasn't even thinking clearly. The only thought that passed my mind was that I wanted more of this. More of him.

His Damsel To Save (COMPLETED), de Polly-Anna-Rome-Doll

She lied to me. I wanted her. I had her. But why was I not please. I should be pleased. I was satisfied of that I was utterly sure. Her lips against my neck urging for me to go faster. Her legs draped around my torso whilst I filled her. The way she whispered my name. She had a child! Yet when I entered her. There was clearly a barrier. There was no denying it. She was tight around me. The child was clearly not hers! Was everything she told me a lie. I was moving frantic about my drawing room. A soft knock abruptly drew me from my thoughts. "Come in" I yelled from across the room. The door opened and before me stood my wife. A deflowered virgin. She could not even look me in face. Her cheeks were flushed. I could only imagine the amount of bravery it took her to walk down these stairs and to face me. "Has my wife lost her tongue?" "No your grace" she shook her head. "Good because there is a matter at hand. It seems to me madam that you came to me untouched. A virgin. You can imagine my shock. You have a child!" "I can explain" she reached for me and I drew back. "What is there to explain? That you lied to me! Who's child is it? Did you steal it? Had everything you told me been a damn lie! How can I even trust anything you told me so far!" I roared. A slapped kissed my cheek rather roughly and swung my head to the side. "You don't speak to me that way! I am your wife your equal. So shut up and let me speak!" Scarlett has a baby and is running away from her fiancé Stephen to find a husband. But why is running away from him? Her only choice to be rid of Stephen is to marry someone. She ends up marrying Lucian a half drunk she rescued one night. How will their story turn out? COVER MADE BY: Queen_of_ craziness

S A O R S A - Book 1 of S.o.b.e.r series, de gettingb0red

✺ I was living, Just living Until that night he saw me in the weirdest situation I can be, In front of him I never knew he had me in his mind then I never knew it would even happen - Helia saorise is only nineteen, Meanwhile she could've lived her childhood fate chose otherwise at her young age her heart kept beating just for working and pleasing people to hear an approval but when one day she suddenly she gains it fully, It becomes too late to ignore it Aziel leontine, forty nine and living guiltless 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 that was all until she captured his sight and one thing ran through his mind..kaleb's daughter .°. Started writing in: 2023, September 5th Warning: This writing of mine contains topics that might be found rather uncomfortable by many, Involving a big age gap and obvious daddy issues. So please, If it made you feel uncomfortable or thrown-off this is is not for you, Do not continue reading then comment something about it i already warned⚠️ -this story might have few typos, spelling and grammar issues (cause i'm iraqi, English is nothing close to my first language) and i'm not a perfect author this is one of the first writings i started the last year. Please inform when you spot a typo-

Untangled, de Stephanie_Aston

I slammed the table loudly and groaned out of pain. Not only the pain from the headache I was having right now. But also from the memories flooding my mind as well. I was slowly remembering everything. "I hate you!"I shouted seething from anger as I gritted my teeth to stop myself from attacking him. He was really tempting me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would attempt to pull his face apart and rip out his throat. "Not more than I hate you Alexander Norman. Trust me." He said emphasising on the name that seemed so foreign to me yet that was my real name. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he seemed to enjoy the internal battle I was having in my head. " So back to my story-" He drawled in an attempt to irritate me before he continued. " Your mother married me because I had her secret and I threatened to ruin her with it if she did not give in to my wishes." "And what exactly was her secret?" I asked. "She killed your father." He responded and glanced at me probably waiting for my reaction at what he just said. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Scandals brew in the air once more. Lies in the web of deception and atrocities committed, he seeks to unravel them. Would the past rear its ugly head and untangle all the mysteries? Started[November 2022] Finished [August 2023]

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𝐌𝐞, 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐟 (fictional romance - based on real history)

/!\ This story is a work of fiction exploring the psychology of a young man who would later become one of history's most notorious figures. He is used here purely as a narrative archetype - a boy marked by trauma, neglect, and isolation - to examine human vulnerability and emotional connection. This story does not glorify or excuse his actions. The Holocaust and Jewish history are not the focus of this narrative. _______ Long before the world knew him as one of history's darkest figures, Adolf is simply a young man scarred by violence, poverty, and rejection. Sophia is a girl from 2025 - sensitive, emotionally mature. Lost in quiet melancholy, she prays under the moonlight... and is unexpectedly pulled into another time. With parts of her memory missing, she doesn't know she just crossed into Hitler's world and who he truly is. Living in his neighborhood, Sophia's little brother becomes friends with Adolf. Sophia therefore will step into the guarded space of a boy - who hides behind his coldness, an unexpected vulnerability. This is a fictional glimpse into the troubled psychology of youth, loneliness, and the desperate search for meaning - through human and love hope.