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ÖLÜLER TOPLUMDA BARINAMAZ
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  • Reads 2,105
  • Votes 210
  • Parts 32
  • Time 2h 56m
Complete, First published Jul 10, 2023
30.03.2012 bu gün Ecrinin 4.
yaş günüydü peki bu gün neden doğum değilde ölüm günü oldu?

-"Anne ben neyden paystamı hala kesemezim."

+ "Çünkü kızım babanı bekliyoruz."

-"Ama baybam hiç doğum günüme celmedi."

+ "Ya gelirse kızım,bekleyelim biraz daha olur mu?"

-"Celirse eker ben çok muzlu olurum."

+ "Muzlu değil kızım mutlu."

-"Anne zayen bir tek sen vaysın bir şey olmaski."

+ "Evet kızım bir tek ben varım."

Hepsi gerçek hayattan uyarlansada bazı karakterlerin isimleri ve soy adları farklıdır.Neredeyse bütün kitap gerçek olsada aile konuları buraya açılamayacağı için aile konuları kurgu olacaktır.Kitabın sonları tamamen kurgudur.
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Broken Doll

22 parts Ongoing

The De Luca brothers reign supreme in the underworld, holding dominion over the ruthless realm of the Italian Mafia. They are cold, merciless, driven by madness, their loyalty solely to blood. Yet, their lives take an unexpected turn when they discovered their thirteen years old little sister. *** "When she was choking me, is that... love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, each word trembling as if afraid to leave her lips. Her eyes, wide and glassy, searched mine desperately, seeking a truth that she couldn't grasp amidst the fog of confusion and despair that clouded her mind. My heart seethed with rage, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls of my restraint, threatening to betray the stoic facade I had carefully constructed. I wanted to scream, to shake her out of this misguided belief. Hestia, my little sister, stared back at me. Her innocence tainted by the cruel hands of someone who had twisted the meaning of love into something unrecognizable. She couldn't differentiate the painfully obvious truth, the clear distinction between love and control, kindness and cruelty. It was as if the very essence of her spirit was being suffocated, just as her breath had been. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including abuse, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content. Cover by Canva Update: Random