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Azalea
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  • Reads 1,411
  • Votes 180
  • Parts 14
  • Time 54m
Ongoing, First published Aug 08
Azalea has never known peace.
Her past is buried deep in secrets, scars, and screams no one ever heard.

When she moves into a new house and discovers a mysterious box tied to her mother's abuse, everything she thought she knew begins to unravel.

In a world where pain hides behind a smile and broken hearts pretend to shine, Azalea fights to find herself again and maybe, just maybe, to love again.

A raw and gripping teen fiction story about survival, trauma, broken trust, and the courage to begin anew.
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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