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Lieutenant Stone

Leituras 212
Votos 31
Capítulos 16
Tempo 1h 29m

Leituras 212
Votos 31
Capítulos 16
Tempo 1h 29m

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action angst blood changingpov cold darkromance emotional emotionless killer lieutenant love malepov maskedman masochist mature military possessive ptsd redhead romance sadist slowburn stone tearjerker violence

LG Stone is a cold, harsh man who's haunted by a past rough enough to bring even the strongest men to their knees. Through the years he's learned to cut off his emotions, put up barricades to prevent feeling the hurt he has in his past. It's always done good for him, earning him the title of a ruthless killer as he worked his way up to the special ops. That is until a redheaded vixen comes along and forces him to question everything he's ever known, turning his once simple life into a gut wrenching roller coaster ride...

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"The smoke floats around me as the fog from my head starts to clear. 
I wish someone,anyone could tell me what the fuck is going.
I've spent so many years, stuffing down every morsel of emotion.
Every memory.
Every bit of hurt.
Every bit of hope.
Every bit of love.
Now though?
Now it's caught up to me.
Every single heartbreak I've received through these years is crashing down on top of me and I don't know how long I can take it. 
Once again I feel dirty, disgusting.
The kind of filth you can't scrub off no matter how hard you try.
Worse than any dirt,blood,sweat you could accumulate on the battlefield."



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