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Bratva (Darkroom Saga #5) Bratva by Poppet
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“Because I thought you were a dirty angel, but you fell before you had a choice. The dirt wasn't yours.”
Poppet, Bratva
“Turning away, sobbing, I hide behind my hair, the kettle and coffee forgotten. It's too hard to talk about it. I can't talk about it. It's no one's business but mine. The trauma breathes in my blood, it feasts on my life, it gives me cold sweats and nightmares still.”
Poppet, Bratva
“If internal pain showed on the outside I'd be in ICU for the rest of my life. No amount of stitches could staunch the bleeding of my broken heart. The sadness dilutes my blood. I'd never scab, I'd bleed to death. Then, finally, the pain would end. I'm”
Poppet, Bratva
“He makes me blind, I couldn't even read him if I ran my hands over his face, there's nothing there to feel for clues. There is no brail written with frowns, no Morse code to read with a tense tic of his jaw, just me in the dark even though it is light. My”
Poppet, Bratva
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. ~William Shakespeare”
Poppet, Bratva
“In Victor I sense an ocean of anger, the waves crashing are red with spilled blood and wrath, he hides the depth of his pain so deep down he forgets where to find it. He exists to execute, he breathes to break the bratva, he truly is Vengeance.”
Poppet, Bratva
“Men have too many rules, like their god. Maybe that's why god is a man, he tells other people what to do but doesn't have to follow the laws he makes others follow. He's”
Poppet, Bratva
“It's too quiet when he switches off the engine, turning to ogle at me with his mutant eyes. “Why don't you take the bus? If I ask you a question I expect an answer.” My duress is too great and my bravery diminishes. Blinking back tears, my voice is a hoarse whisper, “I can't read, Mikah. I can't take the bus unless I know where it's going. This world wasn't made for people like me.”
Poppet, Bratva
“The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns,”
Poppet, Bratva