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Hazel
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Feb 24, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
Highschool
Dark Romance
Mafia
"Mi pequeña tentadora, if you kiss my neck like that.. I'm not responsible for what happens next." He breathes. "I know.." I mumble as I suck on his neck. He grabs my throat with a force I love and whispers "Te voy a follar tan fuerte que me rogarás que pare, y te haré correrte con tanta intensidad que verás las estrellas..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's only one word to describe Hazel's life: chaotic.. dark.. okay, maybe there's more than one, but the worst one is Grief. Grief makes us do terrible things, and unfortunely Hazel has suffered at the hands of multiple kinds of grief, whether it be hers or someone else's.. fortunely she's reminded how to make the best out of any situation. remember life is a constant wave of motion, meaning good and bad coexist. At some point, it will balance, but not forever. In this story, Hazel is discovering what balance means to her.
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They took me when I was three. Since then, I've forgotten what safety feels like... what love is supposed to be. Every scar on my body tells a story-none of them with a happy ending. By day, I protect my little brothers. By night, I fight to silence the screams echoing in my head. There's no escape from this house. Not yet. But I haven't given up. Not completely. Sometimes, I wonder... What if there's more to my past than I know? What if I wasn't meant to live like this-trapped, broken, forgotten? And what if... just maybe... Someone out there still remembers me? Someone who could love me enough to bring me back to life? "This is an AU story, and the main focus of the story is on Maya." ⚠️Content Warning: This story contains themes and scenes that may be triggering to some readers, including: • Sexual assault • Physical violence • Blood • Substance use and overdose • Characters death • Mental health struggles • Insomnia • Alcohol consumption • Use of offensive/explicit language . Abuse . Flash backs . Torture . R@pe Please proceed with caution.

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