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Hay historias que no deberían contarse. Relatos cocidos a fuego lento en los rincones más podridos del alma, donde el amor se confunde con hambre, y el deseo sabe a carne cruda. Esta es la historia de un caníbal con manos de chef y corazón marchito, y de un actor roto, cuya piel ha sido escenario de placeres ajenos, pero cuya alma sigue esperando una caricia que no duela. Lucien Moreau no nació monstruo. El cuchillo se lo enseñó su padre. Elliot Graves no nació adicto al abandono. La cámara lo obligó a sonreír. Ambos se encontraron en la mesa del destino. Uno buscando un cuerpo que pueda devorar sin culpa. El otro buscando un alma que lo mire sin asco. Amor, en esta historia, no es redención. Es hambre. Es obsesión. Es servirse al otro en bandeja de plata. Y a veces... el corazón late más fuerte cuando lo estás cortando en pedazos. Así que si entras, hazlo sabiendo esto: El amor aquí no se dice con flores. Se dice con cuchillos, con dientes, con sangre. Y termina, siempre... con un último bocado. TW: Asesinatos, descuartización, manipulación emocional, canibalismo de manera metafórica y implícita, escenas +18, omegaverse, trauma, autolesión, trauma, intentos de suicidio. Disclaimer: Esta novela no debe ser leída por personas que sean de mente frágil, tampoco se incita a que se deba a hacer, puede llegar a afectar tu salud mental.

¿Qué pasa cuando un hombre en privado de libertad injustamente, desde muy joven? ¿Se rendirá y perderá?, o ¿buscará venganza? En una ciudad donde la población está dividida por clases y el centro de esta es un coliseo de lucha, un joven rebosante de poder buscara venganza. ¿Lo conseguirá? ¿Se arrepentirá?, o…

You reap what you sow

After his mom passes away from a terrible accident, Carlos heads home to Tres Reynas for the funeral -- and to reunite with his brother. Given he left after his parents abandoned him for coming out, it's not a homecoming he's looking forward to.<br><br>Once home, he learns a neighbor wants to steal his family's ranch, and his brother is considering selling it. Determined not to let the ranch be lost, Carlos works to save it -- with unexpected help from the handsome, rugged Eugenio.<br><br>But Carlos can't seem to focus, especially with his mother's image seeming to haunt the ranch mirrors, like she's trying to tell him something -- or maybe like he's just losing his mind.

¿Un demonio se puede enamorar de una humana? ¿Los demonios tienen sentimientos? Si y si, aunque son criaturas crueles, que buscan el mal para los seres humanos, tienen sentimientos. Rick un demonio puesto a prueba tiene que convivir con humanos los próximos años, llevarse todas las almas que pueda al infierno, destruir vidas, su única tarea y diversión. Hasta que conoció a Daniela, una chica normal, pero con un color de ojos bastante peculiar, parece un ángel, pero ella solo es humana.

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One women and one fin, with passion of the Vendetta. One man and one heart, with love and excellent murder.

Un grupo de 5 amigos, 0 neuronas y 1 misión estúpida... Nada puede malir sal

[ Warning ] explicit language What would you do if you met someone who can not understand the meaning of joy? Happiness? Love? “It’s not that I believe it doesn’t make sense. I know it doesn’t.” “But Calla, how can you live without love? Joy? Warmth?” “And how can you feed with it? Can you eat it? Will it protect you from a rapist? Will it give you a shelter at night? Will it make you healthy?” “From what you say I can see that you think money is the most important thing” “Money?” Calla laughs and saying, “Can I eat money? I don’t work because I eat, I eat because I work. Without food I won’t have energy, I only do what I must. Money is not a goal, money is one of the means to reach my goal.” “So all you think about is food?” “You really don’t know me. Work, gain money, buy food, eat food, exercise to not develop indigestion, eat properly to not develop gastritis and etc” “You think you don’t need anything else? Really?” “Not all of us have a choice... I’ve never felt sad because love if that’s what you’re asking and how can I miss something that I’ve never felt?”signs Calla, “My dad was a criminal and he wanted me dead before I was even born. My mother was a mad woman that would’ve killed me in order to feel loved. That’s what love and hate are. Harmful extreme feelings that take your ability to think properly. Do you no what hunger is? Necessity to eat. Do you know what happens if you neglect your hunger? Starvation. Just remember that, again, some of us don’t have a chance. Some of us abstain from eating lunch in order to have dinner. The nights with an empty stomach are long. Trust me, I know it, I never had a chance, not when it came to food not when it came to love” Calla stops to breath a little and gazes at the man in front of her “I’ve never loved and I’ve never been loved still it didn’t kill me. You’re right, I only work, eat and sleep. I think about nothing else. So what? What’s wrong with that? Why do I have to live my life the way you want me to live? Can’t you just give me a break?” “I can’t” says the man, “I can’t and I won’t” he raises his voice, “I love you Calla, you have been loved either you recognize it or not, I love you” he sees Calla standing up and then he rushes to hold her wrists, “You are mine Calla, you belong with me... I’ll show joy. I’ll teach you love. I’ll never let you starve, of anything, no matter what” “tsk” ...

Será cierto que en el mundo es más fácil "Ser hombre que mujer"