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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.

she_osprey · 现代言情
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300 Chs

Haunted By The Past

The only thing that mattered to Alexander right now, was the fact that the love of his love had gone through hell and back. And it was all because of the brother he had. Maybe someday, things would get better, but today didn't really seem like it.

Today was the day of judgment and pointing fingers.

Today was the day an admission got them through between hell and heaven. It was the day they all never thought would come, but a day that Rya had seen the moment he set his eyes on Amelia Jacobs or rather Amelia Bethany James.

It was a war that had been long overdue, and now that it was here, there was no point in pretending like they were in heaven and holier than thou. Fuck that shit, but they were all the same.

Every single one of them was a sinner, in different ways and yet indeed not as saintly as they made themselves to be. It was either they would kill themselves and get this over with or be ready to face whatever was coming their way.