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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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I Hate Him Not

"you're right, I don't have to be nice to you, but I am not being nice. I'm taking care of you. You're my sister Lia, you're the closest thing to a sister I have ever had.

You're like the permanence of love in my life, and no matter what you say, no matter how hard you push me, I'm not leaving" Lexi said sternly.

She knew Amelia was hurting.

Maybe they would never get back together with Alex, maybe this was forever but no matter what happened, whatever the outcome would be, she would always be beside the girl that was hurting for a long time.

They were both damaged to the core. They were both hurting so bad. But Amelia had been her source of strength. The girl literally came back from the dead, hurt and broken but with even more enthusiasm to live and fight for the day.

She had never considered herself lonely in a world in which she had been alone all this while. She had embraced her pain.

She had gone through it.