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i can't Remember
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Liebe Leserin, lieber Leser,
dieses Buch befasst sich mit sehr ernsten und sensiblen Themen. Mir ist es wichtig, dass du beim Lesen auf dich und deine Grenzen achtest. In der Geschichte „I can't Remember" kommen folgende Inhalte vor:
Depressionen und psychische Erkrankungen
Explizite Darstellung von Suizid
Mobbing und soziale Ausgrenzung
Physischer und psychischer Missbrauch im familiären Umfeld
Trauer und Verlust
Falls du dich aktuell in einer schwierigen Lage befindest oder diese Themen dich stark belasten, ziehe bitte in Erwägung, das Buch zu einem späteren Zeitpunkt zu lesen oder es gemeinsam mit einer Vertrauensperson zu besprechen.
Du bist nicht allein. Wenn du Hilfe brauchst, gibt es Menschen, die für dich da sind:
Telefonseelsorge (Deutschland): 0800 / 111 0 111 oder 0800 / 111 0 222
Nummer gegen Kummer (für Kinder & Jugendliche): 116 111
Telefonseelsorge (Österreich): 142
Dargebotene Hand (Schweiz): 143
Pass auf dich auf.
- Kleine KrabbeVerschlossen in der Dunkelheit. Vergessen im Licht.
Ein Schritt zu viel. Ein Ende, das nur der Anfang ist. Ashly stirbt, doch sie verschwindet nicht. Als Geist wandert sie durch die vertrauten Gänge der Schule und ihr altes Zuhause, unfähig, sich an den Grund ihres Todes zu erinnern.
Bis sie Madilyn begegnet. Madilyn, die die tote Ashly nicht nur sehen, sondern auch verstehen kann. Zwei Außenseiterinnen vereint, um die Puzzleteile einer Wahrheit zusammenzusetzen, die schmerzhafter ist, als Ashly es je erahnt hätte. Während Madilyn versucht, im Chaos des Alltags und unter den wachsamen Augen ihrer Eltern das Geheimnis zu lüften, muss Ashly sich den Schatten ihrer Vergangenheit stellen. Ein Wettlauf gegen das Vergessen beginnt.
I can't Remember - Tauche ein in eine Welt, in der die lautesten Stimmen oft stumm sind und die größten Rätsel in unseren Erinnerungen liegen. Ein fesselndes Abenteuer von Kleine Krabbe.
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.