Danila Trapani eBooks
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REBEL. E-book. Formato PDF Trapani Danila - Danila Trapani, 2020 -
The seeress moved a hand toward the cards captain had chosen:"Cards can lay out your past, decipher your present and reveal you the future. You are a brave and strong warrior and you understand that, in a debased and corrupted world, it is necessary to rebel in order to subvert the system. The thin boundary line that divides love from hate is crumbly.There is a path in front of you: it leads to perdition or redemption. I see death lingers around you and who stands beside you. It’s hidden under a mask...A mask that veils its real identity. Death will come soon on earth to get someone who previously escaped it. When it comes, nobody can defy it. It will take what it’s owed."
Redemption. Assassin within. E-book. Formato PDF Danila Trapani - Danila Trapani, 2019 -
My heart was still beating. I thought I would have died the same day; under the debris of my car covered in blood, my hand locked into hers… Instead no! I was still alive maybe because my devilish side was stronger than my mortal one, or maybe because hell wasn’t ready to welcome me yet. I had experienced death a thousand times, and I had always overcome it. Even now, I felt as if I had once again experienced the icy flames of hell. I didn’t remember immediately what had happened, but slowly I put the pieces together in my mind, and everything was clear. The infection by now had spread throughout my body, and I had taken control of my mortal side confusing and inebriating myself. My story is written in blood. I think I will never be forgiven for what I did because I, for first, can’t forgive myself. I’m sure you think I’m a disgusting person; a psycho killer. And you are right because I am this kind of person and even more. But everything I have done has brought me to a crossroad between hell and paradise, and now I know for sure which path I want to take. Don’t judge me; just listen. My story doesn’t certainly narrate pity and compassion, but now I know how little of my past belongs to me. I realized too late the true meaning of the word ‘love’ and, perhaps, now there is no more hope for me. Allow me, the child of Death, to tell you my story. Allow me to tell you how I sold my soul to the devil, just to be with her.