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Primera parte de One Shots - Selección Mexicana/Liga MX 1 Puedes encontrar historias con futbolistas de la selección mexicana o de la liga Mx En mi perfil puedes encontrar otra dos partes o libros de futbolistas

¿𝖤𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾? 𝖲𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖠𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻ı́𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖺. 𝖭𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝗃𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗒 𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝗈́ 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝖺ı́𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖾𝗅 𝗎́𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗈. 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈́ 𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖺 𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖻ı́𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈. 𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗚𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗼𝗰 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲

Born in Lys, Vaenora grows up surrounded by beauty and freedom, never imagining her future lies across the sea. In Westeros, the Great Spring Sickness has devastated House Targaryen, leaving Prince Valarr Targaryen the reluctant heir to the Iron Throne. Widowed and grieving, he has no wish to remarry, but the realm demands an heir. Chosen for her Valyrian blood and beauty, Vaenora is brought to Westeros and thrust into a marriage built on duty rather than affection. Admired by the court yet stripped of her freedom, she struggles to find her place beside a husband haunted by loss. As intrigue spreads through the royal court, Vaenora finds an unexpected connection that offers comfort-and the possibility of something more. But in a kingdom ruled by duty, forbidden feelings come at a dangerous cost. Caught between obligation and her own desires, Vaenora must decide what she is willing to sacrifice for freedom, love, and her future. Set during a fragile Targaryen reign, a tale of courtly intrigue, forbidden desire, and difficult choices unfolds within the Red Keep. Oc x Valarr Targaryen Oc x Ser Duncan the tall

Una historia en cada capítulo, con un atleta diferente. Contenido adulto.

Más allá de Poniente existe una tierra donde los canales sustituyen a los caminos, donde las pirámides vigilan las aguas inmóviles y donde la Sangre de la Luna aún guía a su pueblo. Allí llega un príncipe de fuego, ignorante de las historias grabadas en cada piedra y en cada corriente. Lo que comienza como una alianza política pronto se convierte en un encuentro entre dos mundos que nunca debieron encontrarse.

{ .·:¨ }; KYNO SE QŪVYR s.f. del alto valyrio: "𝗹𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝘆 𝗲𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗿", porque no toda belleza consuela, ni toda tristeza deja de merecer amor ¨*:·. ☀️ . ⊹₊ ⋆ 🏛️ * 　　　　　 · * . ⛧°｡⋆ 🛡️ ❛ La gloria besa a unos cuantos; las ruinas, en cambio, dejan cicatrices que no se borran. ❜ • 　 🩸　 　　　　　 ⊹₊ ⋆ 　　　　　　　 　 　　　　 　　 　　　　　　　 　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　 ⊹₊ ⋆ 🔮 .　　　　 🍷　　　　　 　　　　.　　　　　　　⋆｡°⛧. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Donde la 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚 y la 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 aprenden a amar al sol. ❫ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐂!𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝑨 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒

Prince Daeron Targaryen dreams of fire, ash, and dead dragons, save for one recurring vision of a dark-haired woman laughing in the sun. It is his only peace. Eira Stark dreams of winter, pine, and a rusted, weeping beast drowning in sour wine. It is her only warning. When the Warden of the North secretly barters his fiercely independent eldest daughter to the Iron Throne to secure an alliance, Eira is forced South to marry a drunken prince she has never met. Dreading his betrothal, Daeron hides in the taverns of King's Landing. But the wolves of Winterfell are not meek, and they do not wait. When Eira tracks her elusive betrothed to a squalid inn to deliver a freezing, humiliating wake-up call, Daeron realizes the angry, mud-stained woman standing before him is the savior from his dreams. He just has to prove to her that he is more than a drowning dragon.

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."