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Haunting Pasts
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Ongoing, First published Apr 12, 2023
Mature
My past is dark
It's full of pain and tears
My past is my story 
My past made me stronger 
People still don't know why my past is dark
But I will tell you
No more hiding for me.

Poem by : Jasmine Kayleen
                
                           ~~~~~~~~~~~

Let's all go on a journey with six siblings who belong in the Italian mafia.
Together we will be able to walk with them on their long and painful journey filled with emotional roller-coasters and mental issues that can effect any one of us.

⚠️⚠️⚠️THIS STORY CONTAINS ⚠️⚠️⚠️

*Sexual abuse
*Physical Abuse
*Anxiety 
*Alcohol and Drug abuse
*Violence 
*Swearing
*Descriptive scenes 
*Mild sexual behavior (not smut)

P.S I do not own the cover I found it on pinterest
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How can you be an orphan when your mother still pays for you? This is the painful question sixteen-year-old Vanya asks herself every day. Her mother's monthly visits to the orphanage aren't fueled by love, but by cold, crisp cash, a payment to keep Vanya a secret. Her father's existence is defined by his absolute rejection. Vanya is the childhood that never got to bloom..*The Lost Spring*. But Vanya's greatest pain is also her biggest secret. Her mother's first marriage yielded three handsome, powerful, and successful adult sons which are Vanya's *half-brothers*. They live a life of unquestioned luxury, entirely unaware of the hidden daughter who shares their blood. When a chance encounter shatters the rigid boundary between Vanya's world and theirs, the family's sixteen-year lie begins to crumble. The truth will tear their privileged world apart. But for Vanya, is exposing the secret worth the risk of losing the only family she's ever truly yearned for?