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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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Say Something, Brother

Alex hated this. He hadn't even noticed Ryan and Lexi looking at him, worried about their brother, but even they knew that Alexander was a goner for Lia in that state. The only person who could snap him out of it was the girl he held onto for dear life. 

The girl in his arms who looked dead. 

The girl he seemed to be ready to follow to neverland. 

Even the media personnel and the crowd that had formed paved the way for Alexander. None of them said anything, just stood with their cameras recording, wondering what the fuck had happened in the building to break the strongest person they had all even known. 

This was the face of love. 

This was the face of a man so tormented by his own love that he needed freedom, yet his freedom depended on the girl he was carrying in his arms.