she_osprey

[COMPLETED] 
"Rome wasn't built in a day, nor was her revenge."
 
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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.

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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?

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[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.

Bullets by Dawn

Ryan looked at them, their faces contorting into different emotions.

He could see the conflict and disbelief in their eyes. He could see them wondering what the fuck he had done. How he could do that. He could see them contemplating sending him to Nik, and while he wouldn't object, he had made a promise to Dylan, and he planned on keeping it.

He had promised that he would stay alive, but that was before Dylan's family learned of all the shit he had put them through. They would hate him, but he was used to being hated. They would want him dead, but he was already dead inside.

They would take everything away from him, but he had already lost so much already. He had nothing more to lose. The garners could send him away, but he expected that, so it wouldn't hurt anyway. Maybe it would hurt for a while, but after that, everything would be okay, and he knew it. He wasn't scared.

You Broke Me, Brother [1]