Il mare che ci ha diviso
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Last published Wed, Nov 13, 2024
Ondina, diciannovenne con un passato difficile e un sorriso spento, bella come il mare. Tornerà in un posto ormai dimenticato da lei dopo quasi dieci anni. Pianti e ricordi riaffioreranno, vivi come anni prima.
Troverà anche qualcosa di più bello e grande, che le farà tornare quel qualcosa morto ormai da tempo. Scoprirà anche una verità che gli è stata nascosta, tornerà a dire una parola che per lei fino a qual momento provocava solo brutti ricordi, composta da 8 lettere, 5 con sostanti
e 3 vocali. Cosa succederà ad Ondina? Troverà davvero qualcosa per cui valga veramente restare?
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DISCONTINUED "'It's not a crime if you don't get caught.' was a statement I never believed in. You still did what others mark as wrong and illegal. The people who identiy themselves as innocent would never commit such acts. Not because they made their own independent decision to, but because it's marked as illegal. Cruel. Wrong. Or even heartless. But at the end of the the day, who was the person to decide what was right or what was wrong. I'm not religious, in fact, I don't believe in anytype of God. So who stamped murdering someone for the mare satisfaction of love as a cruel thing? Why do they get to decide? That's why, in my case, what I'm doing isn't wrong. If some overpowered bastard didn't mark it as wrong, we would've all have commited one or two crimes in our lives, won't we? Most just have the intent but don't proceed with the action. We humans are all the same. Except the few who take control of their own lives and don't depend on religion or a rule. I am one of the few. I'm not a slave to a rule. That's why what I'm doing isn't wrong. It's just perceived as." ! A series of letters. A series of murders and disappearences. An unsuspecting female student by the name of Alex Teran. And the mastermind behind it all, Levi Zanior. ⚠ WARNING ⚠ This book might not be for the weak of heart. Veiwer discretion is advised.
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