Échoués dans l'inconnu
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  • Reads 4,433
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  • Parts 18
Complete, First published Jul 11, 2023
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Stanley, un adolescent de 16 ans, est plongé dans un tourbillon de chaos familial lorsque sa mère, sous l'emprise d'un homme violent et toxique, le met à la porte de la maison. Contraint de fuir, Stanley se retrouve à l'aéroport, attendant un vol pour rejoindre son père. 

Mais son voyage prend une tournure inattendue lorsque l'avion se crash, Stanley réussit à sauver le mystérieux prisonnier menotté qu'il a rencontré.

Alors qu'ils se retrouvent sur une île isolée, intrigué par le comportement de son compagnon, Stanley se lance dans une série de découvertes troublantes. 

Entre secrets, révélations et dangers imminents, Stanley se retrouve plongé dans un monde où la réalité devient de plus en plus floue.

Bonne lecture à vous 😉

"Gayromance dialoguée" (axée sur le dialogue) donc si vous n'aimez pas les interactions entre personnages ou si vous êtes homophobe, bah ne vous arrêtez pas !!! 

⚠ Sexe explicite/Langage familier /Scène pouvant heurter la sensibilité ⚠
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