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Bullets by Dawn

[COMPLETED] "Rome wasn't built in a day, nor was her revenge." ***** He had taken her family, so Amelia was going to take everything from him. Literally. She may have been in love, but she hated him more, with every breath she took, and no matter what happened, forgiveness wasn't a choice. She would give him a taste of his own medicine and didn't care that she could lose herself in the process. If anything, she had come from the ashes he had forced her into. ************ It was a game of power - sacrifices had to be made and blood would flow this time. They share a bed, they share a home, they share literally everything, or not. They both have secrets. Secrets that tie them together and doom them at the same time. They are both strong-willed and can fight their own battles. Standing on opposite sides, love and betrayal face each other, while regrets and kisses take the back seat. In a world where the bullets decide who lives and who leaves, who will take the first shot? ****** [Cannot be read as a standalone] - To understand the storyline, you have to read the first book, THE CRADLE OF LOVE. OTHER WORKS: CRADLE OF LOVE [PREQUEL] WHOSE ALPHA NIKITA cover photo, not mine will take it down if the owner requests.

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Something About Mornings

LIA

On a normal morning in the James house, Melissa would have woken up and prepared breakfast for her kids while Jeremiah was in the gym for his morning exercises. Jenipher would be in her room watching her movies, which she had been binge-watching since the previous night.

Well, that would be in the cases where she didn't have a night shift. Jill would be in her lab, finding a new way to fix the human brain without causing the patient any trouble. She always was fascinated with the human brain and always wanted to understand it better.

She knew her parents were gynecologists, but she wanted to be more. Jenny was a nurse and she loved her work so much. Young Amelia would be in the kitchen with her mom, but her drawing book would always be in her hands.

She had loved drawing.