Dama e vagabundo

Dama e vagabundo

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Romance
Essa história retrata sobre dois jovens com idades próximas, Merlya de 15 anos e Joaquim de 16 anos, ambos com um sonho de terem aquele romance teen que todo jovem quer ter. Joaquim um menino de bairro, que vivia pelo mundo e disposto a tudo. Merlya uma jovem de classe média/rica, que tinha tudo e todos aos seus redor. como disse, Joaquim um menino do mundo, que faz e aprontou de tudo, Merlya uma menina de condomínio, rica, mal sabia oque era viver e sempre vivia com o bom e melhor. será que esses destinos que a única coincidência é ter um amor e viver, vão se cruzar? Até porque.. Afinal todas as damas se amarram em um vagabundo.. segue a história e me conta no final oque achou!! (primeira história de muitas que podem vir!)
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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