Cry For Me
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 29, 2022
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romance, action, mafia - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" I was crying my lungs out. My head is throbbing and I have bruises all over my body. All I saw was my dad ready to beat me and throw another punch at me. "What's wrong little girl are you scared" "PLEASE, I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD " "aw I love it when you beg, now shut the fuck up" A slap against my face followed. "PLEASE! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" Another one to my stomach. "didn't I tell you to shut up you fucking whore. After this, you will never disobey me again!" And then everything went black. My dad trains me until my legs give up. If I fail at something he beats me up or lets someone beat me up. I got used to it now and don't feel the pain as much anymore. But why did my dad train me all these years just to sell me to my crazy Uncle? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Aeryn Aldine is the oldest daughter of Leonardo Aldine the leader of one of the Italian mafias. at only 9 years old her dad started to train her to fit in the mafia life. When she became 19 her father sold her to his even crazier brother. Will she be able to control the demons in her head, open up to people about her past, learn about the real meaning of life and freedom? Sylias Bianchi is a ruthless mafia leader with a dark past. he is always in control and feeds off of dominating every aspect of life. That's why it drives him crazy when he meets a beautiful girl named Aeryn on a mission he was on. He was saving sex-trafficked girls. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - trigger warnings: self-harm, kidnapping, rape, abuse, swearing, mature content - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I am really bad at writing good descriptions for my story's haha. The story will have depth, details, plots, and regular/fast updating. I always make sure to double-check my spelling and grammar. this is a new story so it is ongoing ((: (This story has a happy ending.)
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

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