LOGINA cruel young man who witnessed the death of his parents at a tender age, Edem Demirai, harbored a simmering rage within him. And then there was Lavigne Kotobe, a girl condemned by the chains of addiction at the tender age of eighteen. When their paths collided, their meeting was nothing short of a collision of tempests, their anger a force of nature. In the midst of their tumultuous encounter, Edem's words cut through the air like a blade against porcelain skin. "I want you, Lavigne," he whispered, his voice laden with both desire and darkness. "First with kindness, then with the gentlest touch. I want to both hurt you and shield you from pain. I want your voice to echo and then fall silent. I want you to revel in pleasure and struggle to understand it. I want to kiss you until your breath escapes you, only to inhale it back again in a desperate gasp. I need you, and I want you to steal the very breath from my lungs." Their collision was inevitable, their connection fraught with danger and desire. As they embarked on their tumultuous journey, they would soon realize that their meeting was just the beginning of a fiery dance between two souls destined to either consume each other or ignite a blaze of passion that would defy the darkness closing in around them.
View MoreTuncay was the only person who thought of me in the world . I really had to live. Even when I told him to walk away, he had my back. Moreover, he was not even one of my own blood; Tuncay was the son of the man my mother married for the second time. My mother had always felt that she was a stepmother to Tuncay, and as a result of her persecution, she had kidnapped her from home. He now lived alone in a small flat.In the storm my mother started, we were like two trees growing together, whose branches were broken, leaves turned yellow, and roots withered.I really admired him. Withstanding my mother's torments, he finally got out of that house, and now he was both studying and working. I, on the other hand, started to do drugs by deceiving a friend because of my weakness. I said I would only use it once, and here I am still going. I was addicted now. And as I couldn't find the courage to let go of the truth, I was showing it to my surroundings as courage.Like any addict.I heard this p
“Get me a glass of whiskey,” I said when the bartender finally sat up, hoping to quell the tension from my need for pills with alcohol. "Has Khen come?"“He went out an hour ago and said he wouldn't be late,” the bartender said gruffly as he opened the large black cap of the whiskey bottle and poured it into the glass. He seemed depressed, placing the thick glass in front of me. "Today is the night of the proceeds. I don't think he'll be late; he'll be here soon."Minutes roll over me; the need for pills surrounds me like time surrounds us. I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up and turned around when my eyes finally found what I was looking for; the corrupt compass of my lost soul pointed to my impending error: Khen. Khen, who is over thirty, sat on the stool next to me with that familiar bloodsucking vampire expression on his face.Khen: He was a large, stern-eyed German. The only German in this cheap dilapidated bar was the owner, as well as himself. Of course, those who knew him f
I loved my sister, but when she was around, my mother only took care of her. If I have to admit, with the maturity brought by the age of eighteen, I was really jealous of my sister; when I was a kid, I was jealous, and now I am. Moreover, when I returned from New York, her invitation had not shown even the slightest joy or smile."Lavin, that's enough!" He pulled out the earphones again. "Come to your senses! Why didn't you go to school?"I rolled my eyes. Apparently, my mother, who was not interested in me, did not know about school hours. Looking into her eyes, "You're too late to ask that, Mommy!" I said through my teeth. "If you still want an answer, I didn't want to go today, I didn't.""Get up now, I'm telling you, Lavin! I don't want her to see you so awful when September comes," she said, glaring at me with disgust. "She loves you, you know."My mother turned on her heels, as if she realized that speech had pricked its thorns.While looking angrily at the door he came out of,
There have always been a hell of a lot of memories, but what about dreams?I closed the big metal button of my black shorts. When I turned my dim eyes to the full-length mirror standing in front of me, I came across my pale face that I was not happy to see; my face, which informed the state of my soul, was beyond expressionless. That strange numbness mixed with sadness had replaced the most innocent expressions, like tearing a heart out. I seldom smiled, like a rare and elusive flower.I put my dark blonde hair in a tight ponytail on the top of my head. I hated both letting my hair loose and having it fall out on my back. My posture was always upright, paying particular attention to my posture; I needed to prove to myself first that I could stand upright. The outer contours of my sea-colored eyes were pale, not as a sign of insomnia or any disease, but as a visual indication of my addiction. But I had learned to cover them up with dark, smoky makeup.Lavin.Lavin Pole...That's the na


















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