Kaique
It was not just any novel. It was war. It was desire. It was chaos and surrender. Amanda and Guerreiro — or Kaique, as few dared to call them — had a story that not even time could erase. It wasn't about "loving yourself" in the pretty sense of the word. It was an addiction. A dirty, intense tie, difficult to explain. The two were crazy about each other, in the worst and best sense of the thing. She, proud. He, hard-headed. She, with a closed soul. He, wounded heart. She, afraid of being one more. He, surrounded by others. There were women in the middle. There were too many friends giving their opinion. Family getting involved. I had jealousy, ego, accumulated anger. There were times when they hated each other hard enough to destroy everything. But also... there was silence with the smell of longing. There were hugs that burned more than fights. He had a look that said everything that his mouth did not let escape. And as much as the whole world thought they should move away... they would come back. They always came back. As if the universe screamed: "You are tempes
About Kaique
It was not just any novel. It was war. It was desire. It was chaos and surrender. Amanda and Guerreiro — or Kaique, as few dared to call them — had a story that not even time could erase. It wasn't about "loving yourself" in the pretty sense of the word. It was an addiction. A dirty, intense tie, difficult to explain. The two were crazy about ...Read more