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

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Bullets by Dawn

One foot in front of the other, Lia let out a hundred sighs as she reached the bedroom door that carried so many memories. She was scared of who she would find behind that door.

She wondered whether he hated her already, but then it wasn't like she had taken the damn knife and stabbed him with, right? Then again, she could have as well dug the knife into him, considering her words had been a little too cruel.

She wanted to run but most importantly she needed to get her closure if she was going to abandon Alex here, she needed to do it the right way. That way, she wouldn't have to look over her shoulders each time.

She needed to know if he would be coming after her, so she would be ready. This daughter of the earth was always ready anyway.

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