O BONECO DE BOTÕES

O BONECO DE BOTÕES

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E se um simples boneco de pano pudesse se lembrar de tudo o que você fez com ele? Miguel ganhou de sua tia um estranho boneco chamado Boto. Com olhos de botão, costuras vermelhas e uma aparência assustadora, ele parecia ser apenas um brinquedo feito à mão. Mas, depois que uma garota maltratou o boneco e zombou dele, algo inexplicável aconteceu. Naquela mesma noite, ela sonhou com Boto. Na manhã seguinte, estava morta. Agora, Miguel começa a descobrir que o boneco possui uma regra que ninguém deveria quebrar: Se você tratar Boto bem, nada acontece. Mas se tratar Boto mal... ele se lembra. E quando alguém decide testar os limites dessa regra, uma coisa fica clara: Boto não perdoa.
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"Stop," the beast growled in my ear. The sound vibrated through my entire body. I froze for a heartbeat from pure shock. He lowered his head beside mine, breath warm against my neck. His voice was low, dangerous... fraying at the edges. "Aurora," he said, "if you run from me again, I will chase you. And I will catch you. His hold tightened as if proving the point. "I will always catch you." Tears spilled down my cheeks. "You're scaring me," I whispered, voice shaking. His breath hitched-barely, but enough that I felt it. For a moment, just a moment, the iron in his grip softened. His hand slid from my waist to my wrist, holding firm but no longer crushing. Then his other arm locked around my upper body, strong enough that escape was impossible. "Aurora," he said, his voice rough, "you cannot run from a bond like this." I shook my head violently. "I'm human! I'm not meant for- for you!" His chest rumbled behind me, a low, frustrated sound. "You are meant for me," he said, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Fate does not make mistakes." Aurora Hayes, a human girl from a village called Eldermist, a remote settlement tucked beside the enchanted Blackpine Forest. Her people had lived in fear for generations fearing the Beast said to roam the woods. On one night Aurora ventures out into the woods and comes face to face with the beast her village fears. Roman the ruthless Lycan King instantly recognizes Aurora as his mate and takes her to his pack. Roman will stop at nothing to claim the woman destiny has chosen for him.But Aurora is human. She's fragile and Untouched by the brutal world of Lycans and vampires.

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