"No Me Digas Adiós"
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¿Que pasaría si primero pierdes a tu familiar más preciado en manos de un ser de la noche?, ¿lograrías llevar esa carga? , ¿Podría alguien enamorarse, después de una circunstancia tan cruel de la vida?
Esta es la historia de Nick un chico de 22 años que perdió a su Primo Al, a la tierna edad de 17 años. Además, sigue la historia de Matt un chico de 18 años que sueña con entrar a una academia de modelajes, su sueños se verán truncado, cuando por cosas del destino se vuelva el esclavo sexual de un vampiro.
¿Podrán Nick y Matt vivir su amor? ¿Edward liberara a sus esclavos? ¿Habrá algún ser de luz que pueda detener a los chicos de la noche?
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