jaula de pensamientos

jaula de pensamientos

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Rebena zul está encerrada en un hospital psiquiátrico desde los doce años, los habitantes de su localidad y los sacerdotes que estaban al mando de casi todas las decisiones le cargaron la culpa de haber asesinado cruelmente a su compañero de aventuras. Ella busca respuestas pues sabe que alguien más asesino a su amigo, no tiene recuerdos muy claros pero sabe que había un hombre que vestía un traje elegante de color rojo que se alejaba mientras reia y gritaba a lo lejos que nadie le creeria. Por momentos su amigo muerto se materializa, solo ella lo ve, él le intenta ayudar a buscar la respuesta mientras le pide de las peores maneras encontrar la verdad. Ella no entiende porque su amigo es dulce cuando le habla en sueños y cruel cuando está despierta.
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There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.

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