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All The little Things (a t.A.T.u Fanfic)
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    Time 55m
Ongoing, First published Jul 08, 2023
Mature
Yulia has a crush on her best friend... Will she be able to conceal these feelings or will they end with her losing the person she cares about the most


So because I am bored and feeling nostalgic...

Just a random story inspired by the video "all the things she said." And the Lyrics to the Russian version of the same song 

Rated for language and Bullying.
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A Mafia Romance : : Andrei, soon to be leader of the Bratva (Mafia)...Have ever love one woman, and that was Yulia. The woman she lost...The woman she was destined to have...The woman she never have...The woman she will have even if take, burning a city to the ground. : : "I remember you," she said, her words lingering in the air, cutting through the tension that had built up between us. It was as though she could read my thoughts, answering the question I'd been asking myself all day. But the answer-if anything, left me more uncertain than ever. "Can I go now?" I asked, trying to escape the pull of her presence. But she wasn't finished. "I want you, Kitten." Her words echoed the past, a ghost from long ago. She reached in, gently cupping my face, making me meet her gaze. I couldn't believe I wasn't pushing her away. I wanted to cry. This meant she remembered me. Her long fingers traced a path to my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. If she remembered me, why had it taken her so long? She returned only when I no longer needed her.