My favourite enemy: Tom kaulitz

My favourite enemy: Tom kaulitz

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A gang, an old band, lies and cheats all started because of a race. 19 year old Evelyn Morge got involved with the wrong people, A group of boys who once were a band now turned into something different. Tom kaulitz isn't how he used to be, he's changed, he's dangerous, but one night he meets Evelyn in a bar and brings her along a race with the old band. Sooner or later he claims her, she's his, and she hates it. the year is 2010 Warning ⚠️ This story contains smut and violence. This is not a copy of my living nightmare! The only similarities is cars and gangs. I AM NOT MAKING TOM OUT TO BE A BAD PERSON!!! tom is the most kind loving person he isn't bad, in this story he is a bit different from real life he's kinda a dickhead near the start but that's not a huge big change in him, i'm not making him rape or kill people at least, his real personality is still in this story don't worry 🫶🏼 cover of story by- nora 🫶🏼
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Welcome to Rio de Janeiro - a city of burning sun, spilled blood on hot asphalt, and power ruled by fear and death.Here, on the territory of the Red Crew, weakness is a death sentence, and love is a foolish crime.It's been four years since Tom died.I left the States behind - the pain, the memories, the past. And I buried the girl I used to be. Now I'm part of the darkness. Part of the gang. At night, I tear through the streets on my motorcycle, racing through smoke and fire. I've learned to be cruel. To survive. But even here, surrounded by noise and fury, the past won't let me go.Sometimes, I feel someone watching me. Like his shadow is still there. Like Tom... might still be alive... Before reading this story, please read the first part "He Doesn't Kill Good Girls."

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