A Garota do Demônio

A Garota do Demônio

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"Volto para o quarto e o vejo deitado na minha cama, do mesmo jeito que eu havia deixado. Sua pele morena em contraste com meus lençóis brancos, que estavam bagunçados como os seus cabelos. Pulo em cima dele e deito meus braços na sua barriga, apoiando meu queixo ali. Fico olhando-o, e pela primeira vez ele não atrapalha, pela primeira vez Johnny me permiti contemplar a sua beleza escura. - Você tem o rosto de um pecador, seus olhos são cheios de luxurias e malicias, mas o seu sorriso... - nossos olhos se encontram - Amor, seu sorriso é como o céu." O bem ou mal? Já sabe que lado ficar? E se a mocinha resolvesse ficar e defender o cara mal? Você mudaria sua posição? Se não tem as respostas, é melhor começar a procurar, a escuridão se aproxima... (A mudança de escrita acontece. Então tenham paciência com o começo meio amador demais)
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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