He was good looking, drove a sexy car and always had a girl on his arm, he seemed to be the ideal man to every girl's eye, but he was the complete opposite. My name is Taylor, and I am one of those girls he has on his arm. I wasn't put there willingly, no not at all, I was forced to be his pet, thats what he called me, what they all called us, pets "your a fucking pet!" he would scream at me "you don't talk back to me" then he would hit me across the face or shove me to the ground. Thats how he liked it, rough. The man who made me sick at his touch, tremble when I felt his prescene, when i felt his breath is Tom Kaulitz, Tom fucking Kaulitz. "No one stands up to me, I'm Tom Kaulitz" Why he's keeping me around, I have no idea, why he's put up with me for so long, I wouldn't have a clue, I thought he would of put a bullet in my head ages ago, just like the others. He was an invincible killer, an evil man that got away with anything, murder, rape, stealing, just because he could drive. Trigger warning: Some scenes may include rape and cutting/suicide attempts. (It contains mature subject and dark themes such as explicit kidnapping, murder and rape. There's also explicit sex scenes. Read at your own risk. This book is unedited so you'll find some grammatical errors) I do not own Tokio Hotel but I do own everything else, original characters, story line etc. © winternightz I am winternightz! I wrote this story 6 years ago on Mibba and it was a real hit, I am re-posting it due to writing a sequel and I felt I should share it with you guys, will be up soon! :) The sequel A Beautiful Lie is up now.

Historia de romance de Tom y tn

NARCOS🤭

-te deseo Natasha-suspiro acercándose peligrosamente a la pelirroja. -esto no está bien Steve, yo, mi marido murió hace no mucho....no es correcto-dijo nerviosa por la cercanía del rubio -no puedes cambiar las cosas...él se fue, no me niegues que tú no sientes lo mismo porque se que no es verdad-tomándole el mentón, lagrimas salían de sus verdosos ojos,¿¡ por qué tenía que ser tan difícil!? -no puedo hacerlo, esto no está bien, no es correcto sentir algo así por el hermano de tú fallecido marido-exclamó en un susurro para luego salir del lugar.