Jules

Jules

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Fiction
Romance
Romantic Comedy
Slow Burn
No auge de deus vinte e um anos, Jules Faulk ainda não teve a maior parte das experiências que fazem as pessoas da sua idade se sentirem vivos. Nunca teve um namorado, não tirou a carteira de motorista e nem ficou bêbada em uma balada até tarde da noite Sua vida é regada a comédias românticas dos anos 2000, café e decepções. Jules, no entanto, valoriza muito as pequenas coisas que tem: a bagunça de seu quarto, sua melhor amiga Yuri e seu romance platônico com Nick Ramos. No entanto, quando sua vida começa a movimentar, Jules precisa ser corajosa para sair da zona de conforto e aprender que a vida é muito mais complicada do que parece.
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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.

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