Story cover for MI TESORO by xXMeLLaNyaXx
MI TESORO
  • WpView
    Reads 1,357
  • WpVote
    Votes 84
  • WpPart
    Parts 9
  • WpView
    Reads 1,357
  • WpVote
    Votes 84
  • WpPart
    Parts 9
Ongoing, First published Mar 31, 2019
Mature
-----CONTINUT GAY-----
                   (Yaoi)


          /// M P R E G \\\


Cartea conține: 

•Limbaj licențios 
•Relații între persoane de același sex
•Scene de natură sexuală explicite 



▪Personajele principale sunt :

Junta si Takato din animeul Dakaretai Otoko

In acest volum as vrea sa fac putina abstracție de la ideea principală din anime si sa prezint o altă variantă a povesti cu mai multa:

 -actiune
 -răpirea 
-trădări 
-abuzuri
-violuri 
-invidie si ura
-gelozie
-momente de viata si de moarte

- dar si momente frumoase si amuzante

>>Ideea cărții  (pe scurt):

Viața lui Takato se schimba total într-o zi dupa ce este răpit de un asa zis barbat cunoscut pe plan internațional pentru ca racolola copii , femei și bărbați pentru ai trimite la produs. Iar cine s-ar fi împotrivit s-ar fi ales cu o moarte cruda. Deoarece mai era cunoscut si ca un ucigaș in serie . Dar ceva il atrage la Takato si ar vrea să-l fac doar al lui si numai ai lui. Sa fie comoara lui . Dar Junta nu și-ar lasa comoara in mâinile unui maniac...


Nota: Mi Tesoro (in limba spaniolă, inseamna comoara mea)

Si de aici si numele carti ! Dar si din episodul 12 din acest anime cand Junta ii ofera o verigeta lui Takato gravata cu mesajul "Mi Tesoro" .
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add MI TESORO to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙐𝙈 | 18+ by bigdoamoire
4 parts Ongoing
REDRUM - The numb of speed, the pulse of violence, the inevitability of two predators born to dominate, colliding in a world that bends only to precision and survival. Speed was never motion. It was calculus, instinct folded into strategy, reflex sharpened into a weapon. Every turn, every fraction of a second, was a ledger of risk, of life weighed against life. Every choice a blade, every hesitation a fracture in the armor of survival. She moves like thought made flesh. Eyes that catalog, limbs that calculate, mind a lattice of probabilities no one else could perceive. She thrives in chaos yet commands it, tracing paths through danger that others cannot even sense. Every glance measures the weight of threat. Every breath a negotiation with consequence. Her mind is a scalpel; He exists in the same rarefied orbit of intellect and danger. Calculating. Patient. Ruthless. Every movement deliberate, every pause a measurement, every word a subtle probe into what cannot be seen. His intelligence is a weapon; his dominance, a language. Drawn into a hunt whispered of only in the oldest circles, a pursuit for a prize cloaked in enigma, buried beneath deception and guarded by shadows that kill without hesitation. Every clue is a riddle designed to fracture lesser minds. Every rival is a vector of death, every step a gamble that could erase everything. Mafia enclaves, secret auctions, assassin strongholds, and circuits where speed is lethal-the landscape is a crucible, and they are its fiercest elements. Every maneuver is a negotiation; every miscalculation, fatal. Every second is measured in possibility, precision, and the quiet thrill of calculated chaos. And the final race awaits. Life and death compressed into milliseconds. The reward : whispered, coveted, a force vast enough to upend every structure, every rule, every legacy they have ever lived by. Only one will cross the finish. Only one will endure. And when the track ends, nothing remains untouched.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙐𝙈 | 18+ cover
Dansând pe notele muzicale  cover
Scriitoarea Și Fotograful. cover
Totul a început cu un live cover
SK VERSE: ENEMIES TO LOVERS cover
Mamaia si Tataia cover
Camera încurcată cover
Out the blade cover
Urmele Lui Moore/pauza cover
Ce ai face pentru iubire? cover

𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙐𝙈 | 18+

4 parts Ongoing

REDRUM - The numb of speed, the pulse of violence, the inevitability of two predators born to dominate, colliding in a world that bends only to precision and survival. Speed was never motion. It was calculus, instinct folded into strategy, reflex sharpened into a weapon. Every turn, every fraction of a second, was a ledger of risk, of life weighed against life. Every choice a blade, every hesitation a fracture in the armor of survival. She moves like thought made flesh. Eyes that catalog, limbs that calculate, mind a lattice of probabilities no one else could perceive. She thrives in chaos yet commands it, tracing paths through danger that others cannot even sense. Every glance measures the weight of threat. Every breath a negotiation with consequence. Her mind is a scalpel; He exists in the same rarefied orbit of intellect and danger. Calculating. Patient. Ruthless. Every movement deliberate, every pause a measurement, every word a subtle probe into what cannot be seen. His intelligence is a weapon; his dominance, a language. Drawn into a hunt whispered of only in the oldest circles, a pursuit for a prize cloaked in enigma, buried beneath deception and guarded by shadows that kill without hesitation. Every clue is a riddle designed to fracture lesser minds. Every rival is a vector of death, every step a gamble that could erase everything. Mafia enclaves, secret auctions, assassin strongholds, and circuits where speed is lethal-the landscape is a crucible, and they are its fiercest elements. Every maneuver is a negotiation; every miscalculation, fatal. Every second is measured in possibility, precision, and the quiet thrill of calculated chaos. And the final race awaits. Life and death compressed into milliseconds. The reward : whispered, coveted, a force vast enough to upend every structure, every rule, every legacy they have ever lived by. Only one will cross the finish. Only one will endure. And when the track ends, nothing remains untouched.