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Beautiful and Broken (Paperback or Softback)
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Ottavio Ferrante 6/22/2026, 2026
ISBN 10 : 1845154584
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Beautiful and Broken
Edité par
Ottavio Ferrante, 2026
ISBN 10 : 1845154584
ISBN 13 : 9781845154585
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Beautiful and Broken (Paperback)
impression à la demandeVendeur : Grand Eagle Retail, Bensenville, IL, Etats-Unis
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. "I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. "Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was," "If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?" He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident." (Beautiful)"Ahh, shit." I groan, slowly moving from my lowered bed. I woke up with a nagging pain in my chest, and a tender side. When I finally move to my feet, I quietly shuffle to the bathroom across the hall. Making sure to close the doors without a sound. Looking in the mirror, I almost scare myself.Because I'm freaking uglyBut also because the black eye I had received a few nights before, had reached its full bruising. I wince a little trying to lift up my shirt. By the looks of my side, it was a small bruise. The dark colors would get more prominent as the days went on. I, unfortunately, know this routine all too well. With a sigh, I get started with my morning routine: Brushing my teeth, washing my face, covering the wounds and bruises. All with cold water because my mother would be up soon and 'knows when I've used it' as she says.It won't always be like thisI'll move out soonI just have to save enough moneyJust one more yearWalking back to my room, I get changed in my first work uniform. Packing the other in a small bag for my second job. Gently moving down the stairs, one foot at a time, making sure to miss the creeks in them. I hear the snoring, That fucking snoringToo many times have I wanted to just push a pillow over the opened mouthed sleeper. Counting the pros and cons of ending the main cause of my suffering, the cause of my late-night break downs. I have been far to close to doing so then I'd like to admitLooking over at her while I approach the front door, I can't help the scowl that grows on my face. Her hair is a mess, I've noticed it's starting to thin. Trapped in a cycle of domestic shadows and hidden wounds, a resilient young woman finds her world upended by a mysterious stranger who holds the dark truth about her family's greatest tragedy. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781845154585
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Beautiful and Broken
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PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. N° de réf. du vendeur L2-9781845154585
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Beautiful and Broken
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PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. N° de réf. du vendeur L2-9781845154585
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Beautiful and Broken
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Paperback. Etat : Brand New. 392 pages. 6.00x0.81x9.00 inches. In Stock. N° de réf. du vendeur x-1845154584
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Beautiful and Broken
Edité par
Ottavio Ferrante, 2026
ISBN 10 : 1845154584
ISBN 13 : 9781845154585
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Beautiful and Broken (Paperback)
impression à la demandeVendeur : AussieBookSeller, Truganina, VIC, Australie
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. "I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. "Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was," "If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?" He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident." (Beautiful)"Ahh, shit." I groan, slowly moving from my lowered bed. I woke up with a nagging pain in my chest, and a tender side. When I finally move to my feet, I quietly shuffle to the bathroom across the hall. Making sure to close the doors without a sound. Looking in the mirror, I almost scare myself.Because I'm freaking uglyBut also because the black eye I had received a few nights before, had reached its full bruising. I wince a little trying to lift up my shirt. By the looks of my side, it was a small bruise. The dark colors would get more prominent as the days went on. I, unfortunately, know this routine all too well. With a sigh, I get started with my morning routine: Brushing my teeth, washing my face, covering the wounds and bruises. All with cold water because my mother would be up soon and 'knows when I've used it' as she says.It won't always be like thisI'll move out soonI just have to save enough moneyJust one more yearWalking back to my room, I get changed in my first work uniform. Packing the other in a small bag for my second job. Gently moving down the stairs, one foot at a time, making sure to miss the creeks in them. I hear the snoring, That fucking snoringToo many times have I wanted to just push a pillow over the opened mouthed sleeper. Counting the pros and cons of ending the main cause of my suffering, the cause of my late-night break downs. I have been far to close to doing so then I'd like to admitLooking over at her while I approach the front door, I can't help the scowl that grows on my face. Her hair is a mess, I've noticed it's starting to thin. Trapped in a cycle of domestic shadows and hidden wounds, a resilient young woman finds her world upended by a mysterious stranger who holds the dark truth about her family's greatest tragedy. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781845154585
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Beautiful and Broken
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Taschenbuch. Etat : Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - 'I'm fine,' I state rather bluntly. 'You don't look fine.' 'Then stop looking.' He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. 'How can I When an angel is so close to me,' He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. 'Were you there That night ' I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. 'No.' He doesn't even hesitate, 'But my father was,' 'If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident ' He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. 'That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident.' (Beautiful)'Ahh, shit.' I groan, slowly moving from my lowered bed. I woke up with a nagging pain in my chest, and a tender side. When I finally move to my feet, I quietly shuffle to the bathroom across the hall. Making sure to close the doors without a sound. Looking in the mirror, I almost scare myself.Because I'm freaking uglyBut also because the black eye I had received a few nights before, had reached its full bruising. I wince a little trying to lift up my shirt. By the looks of my side, it was a small bruise. The dark colors would get more prominent as the days went on. I, unfortunately, know this routine all too well. With a sigh, I get started with my morning routine: Brushing my teeth, washing my face, covering the wounds and bruises. All with cold water because my mother would be up soon and 'knows when I've used it' as she says.It won't always be like thisI'll move out soonI just have to save enough moneyJust one more yearWalking back to my room, I get changed in my first work uniform. Packing the other in a small bag for my second job. Gently moving down the stairs, one foot at a time, making sure to miss the creeks in them. I hear the snoring,That fucking snoringToo many times have I wanted to just push a pillow over the opened mouthed sleeper. Counting the pros and cons of ending the main cause of my suffering, the cause of my late-night break downs. I have been far to close to doing so then I'd like to admitLooking over at her while I approach the front door, I can't help the scowl that grows on my face. Her hair is a mess, I've noticed it's starting to thin. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781845154585
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Beautiful and Broken (Paperback)
impression à la demandeVendeur : CitiRetail, Stevenage, Royaume-Uni
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. "I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. "Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was," "If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?" He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident." (Beautiful)"Ahh, shit." I groan, slowly moving from my lowered bed. I woke up with a nagging pain in my chest, and a tender side. When I finally move to my feet, I quietly shuffle to the bathroom across the hall. Making sure to close the doors without a sound. Looking in the mirror, I almost scare myself.Because I'm freaking uglyBut also because the black eye I had received a few nights before, had reached its full bruising. I wince a little trying to lift up my shirt. By the looks of my side, it was a small bruise. The dark colors would get more prominent as the days went on. I, unfortunately, know this routine all too well. With a sigh, I get started with my morning routine: Brushing my teeth, washing my face, covering the wounds and bruises. All with cold water because my mother would be up soon and 'knows when I've used it' as she says.It won't always be like thisI'll move out soonI just have to save enough moneyJust one more yearWalking back to my room, I get changed in my first work uniform. Packing the other in a small bag for my second job. Gently moving down the stairs, one foot at a time, making sure to miss the creeks in them. I hear the snoring, That fucking snoringToo many times have I wanted to just push a pillow over the opened mouthed sleeper. Counting the pros and cons of ending the main cause of my suffering, the cause of my late-night break downs. I have been far to close to doing so then I'd like to admitLooking over at her while I approach the front door, I can't help the scowl that grows on my face. Her hair is a mess, I've noticed it's starting to thin. Trapped in a cycle of domestic shadows and hidden wounds, a resilient young woman finds her world upended by a mysterious stranger who holds the dark truth about her family's greatest tragedy. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781845154585
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