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Između ljubavi i mržnje
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Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2021
"Aaron je mafijaš čiji se život vrti oko ubojstva, ucjena, droge... Prije četrnaest godina zasjeo je na vrh mafijaške obitelji Hardy i to je sve što zna činiti u životu - biti beskrupulozan boss.
No kada greškom umjesto kćeri ljutog rivala, bossa kuće Simone, njegovi ljudi otmu Mayu, sasvim običnu djevojku, njegov život okrenut će se naglavačke.
U svakoj drugoj prilici bez imalo problema bi se riješio subjekta, no nešto u Mayinom pogledu sputa ga u tom činu i nauštrb svemu što ga sačinjava, u jednom "nepromišljenom" trenutku odluči je poštedjeti. Ali ta pošteda ima veliku cijenu. Maya ostaje bez slobode. Ako želi živjeti, prisiljena je živjeti zatočena pod Aaronovim krovom i poštovati njegova pravila.
S vremenom se zbliže i rodi se ljubav, ljubav osuđena na propast. Jer koliko god se trudila, Maya se ne uspijeva pomiriti s činjenicom kako ga je upoznala, i što je još gore, tko je muškarac kojega je zavoljela. S druge strane, Mayino "neobično" ponašanje, navest će Aarona na mučna razmišljanja...

Može li ljubav biti jača od svega?
Može li spojiti nebo i zemlju?
Može li zvijer postati čovjek?
I... što se krije između ljubavi i mržnje?

Sve to otkrije u novom ljubavnom trileru spisateljice Božane Ćosić."
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Part Two: “The Whispering Alley” Ana’s breath hitched. The whisper had come again, soft, deliberate, almost coaxing. She clutched the diary to her chest, feeling the leather cover press into her palms. The apartment, usually so familiar, now seemed alien, every shadow a lurking presence. She glanced at the single black shoe on the street below. Why was it there? She didn’t know anyone who lived above the ground floor. Trembling, she slipped into her coat and cautiously opened the door. The hallway was empty, silent except for the distant hum of city lights outside. A faint light flickered at the end of the corridor – the staircase leading down to the street. Ana descended slowly, every step echoing. The shoe was gone. Her heart pounded, and she swallowed hard, wondering if she had imagined it. Then she saw something moving in the alley across the street – a figure, tall and thin, almost blending into the darkness. Its head tilted unnaturally, as if it were watching her. Ana felt an irresistible pull, like the diary itself was urging her forward. "If you want to know the truth, follow the signs," she murmured, her voice shaking. A glimmer of light reflected off something metallic in the alley. As she stepped closer, the figure vanished. But on the wet pavement, another shoe lay – this one red, glinting under the streetlamp. A note was pinned to it: "You’re next. Don’t look back." Ana froze. The city that had always felt safe now whispered secrets she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear. She had a choice: run, or step into the darkness that seemed to be calling her name. She chose to follow.