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 MoreI saw two girls holding each other's arms under an umbrella from across the street, giggling cutely at the image of us hugging, and walking especially slowly so that they could look at us a little more. They couldn't see that I was crying from this distance right now. They thought this moment was a romantic moment for a couple hugging each other, but this moment was actually the most gloomy moment when my heart collapsed, my soul was thrown, my body went numb. The most striking story of trying to keep myself alive from the crumbs of my shattered life.And this story was not a romantic one.When Edim pulled his closed lips apart and parted them, his warm breath and then his words slipped through my gray hair. "You're probably thinking, 'I feel so guilty that I should really be guilty,'" she said, as I was baffled by her dedication to such careful, deliberate analysis. "Sometimes the problem isn't that you're guilty, it's that you blame yourself."Shaking, "How can I not blame myself?"
I couldn't find a side of you that was uplifted by pain.""He's not dead, he's been murdered," Edim corrected me coldly, looking me in the eye, showing that he hadn't missed a single detail. He clenched his fists, his gaze sharpened like a knife. "See? It depends on which way you look at it; it's one thing to say he died and another to say he was killed."I wasn't going to argue for his family while my heart was burning for my own family, and Edim was arguable and seemed too strong, but I had no strength left, I was feeling exhausted. I had no heart to stand here fighting endless sentences with him.I made a move to walk past him, and he stopped me by holding my arm. I got angry. And I ripped my arm from your fingers. "Wherever we're going, kill me right here if you want," I said, defiantly, "No," I shouted in his face. "As long as you don't come at me and bother me, I'll even die for it."I guess I was thirsty for my life. Certainly. I wanted to die, and for a murderer like him it wo
There is a darkness all around us that does not give back what it has taken, whatever curtain we lift at night, whatever stone we lift is despair...Darkness oozes from a vengeful gaze. It darkens everything.Darkness seeps into an addict's mind, drowning his entire soul in darkness.The truth of Edim Demiray and me was that we were both dark, but on the other hand, this was the sharpest and clearest difference between us, the dimension of our darkness cut into us. While I was drowning myself in darkness, he was putting everything into darkness. So if I were to make a comparison, I could only be a part of his darkness next to him.When I saw the darkness intensifying like a black sun in Edim's eyes, I felt like a sun that had never lost its light before I knew him. Even when the end of the darkest nights was morning, even the end of the darkest tunnels was illuminated, the darkness that Edim dragged me into neither ended nor the lights were hidden at the end.These are the things I fe
Turning his head to the left, he realized that his phone was next to him. As he picked up the phone, the medic's call to the weird blue-eyed boy echoed in his mind. He shuddered, was it possible? Could Yigit be here? He suddenly remembered as if he had seen her in a dream. She was bullshit, she wouldn't care if she died, Yigit. When she fainted, someone else had obviously brought it. Another one with blue eyes.Then she made missed calls, all of them from Aysel. It would be better if he went now.🔸Lavin spent the whole day with Sarp. Sarp kept his word and became good friends. At one point, they even played basketball together by going down to the basketball court outside, so Lavin just tried to play. Meanwhile, he met Sarp's close friend Alper. Another name he met was Alper's older brother, Tuna. Tuna was on the chess team of the university and had a smart and mature air.Unlike his older brother, Alper looked like a cheerful and childish person. He would not think that they were b
After all this noise, Serkay asked a question that I did not expect at that moment. "Excuse me, what's your last name?" she asked, her voice carrying pieces of the past.I gulped at this question, my heart, which had been silent a while ago, started beating madly again. Judging by his careful eyes,
When the light disappears, the shadows also go, and then an endless darkness swallows everything.Phobias we acquire at an early age are our greatest weakness, don't make the mistake of telling anyone about them.I was a middle-grader when I wrote this down in my diary, maybe not long after I turne
My father, whom I thought had nothing but goodness in his heart, had brutally murdered a family.He destroyed the little boy left from that family and turned him into a monster when that child became an adult.And when Edim Demiray had completely transformed into a monster, he found me in the alley
BUTTERFLYDarkness is falling againBut I know that mortal sleepTurned into a nightmare in a rocking cradle...My frozen consciousness, nourished by the venom of a sorceress scorpion, was slowly recovering at dawn. An endless crackling of records in my mind... There is no melody, the corners of m






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