"Do you even know who I am?!" He yelled.
"Well, congratumotherfuckinglations on your memory loss if you don't even remember who you are. And if you said that to threaten me, sorry but I Absofuckinglutely do not care who you are." I spat back.
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Hey lovelies, I wanted to let y'all know that I'm going to change the cover of this book, officially. Please let me know your thoughts <3
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And, ofcourse the bg picture is from Pinterest, credits to the original creator. Cover editting is mine.
And I'm extremely happy to announce that I'll soon publish a new book (as soon as this one ends)
That won't be a fanfiction, but just a Mafia fiction. I hope y'all would give that book the same love.
Here's a little sneak peak of my next book.
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Adrianna Fernandez, Mafia Leader of the BLOOD LUST Gang, the second largest and most powerful Mafia gang in the whole Asia Blake Demian, A Thoracic surgeon, 9 years older than her. Two complete different personality, two complete different field of works, are they even compatible enough?
Obscure, Leader of the most powerful and biggest Mafia gang with a hidden identity and a masked face is after Adrianna Fernandez. Will she be able to survive against the most brutal and heartless Mafia of all time.
This won't be a usual love story between 2 mcs. The villain will make sure to play his part too.
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He took my arms behind and tied them with a thick- belt? Maybe? Oh wait; it wasn't just tied behind me, but him too. The gun in my hand fell down and he kicked it away swiftly.
His chest was pressed onto my back and my hands were tied behind his back. He trapped himself with me. What the fuck?
"I'm, not, a, coward. Miss Adrianna" his fingers pulled my mask down and traced the long scar on my left cheek. I turned my head other way in disgust.
"Now be a good girl and keep your filthy mouth shut" before I could process his words, he ripped the neckline of my dress, pulling it down from my shoulder part and shoved two of his fingers deep inside my wounds without a warning. I screamed in pain, my body was squirming against his stiff figure. The perfume's substances made my wound feel as if it was on fucking fire. I digged my nails on his lower back which were tied behind him.
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'Scarred Fate' will officially be my 2nd book. I'll try to improve my writing as much as possible. Stay tuned ;)
