King of London's Streets
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Hate Me First|18+ (Book II) by vamqzzs
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𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙩. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙-𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧. - Cassian Knox is a man made of silence, shadows, and sins he'll never confess. Ex-cleaner for the East Syndicate, he doesn't flinch at bodies or betrayal-until he's forced to protect Nia, the girl too soft for his world... and too dangerous to let go. Nia Parker just wanted to disappear. Instead, she ends up in a safehouse with the man her brother once called best friend-a man who doesn't sleep, doesn't blink, and doesn't feel. At least, not until her. She tests him. He watches. She screams. He doesn't move. But when enemies come crawling out of the dark and blood hits the floor, Cassian shows her what monsters do when someone touches what's theirs. - 𝗧𝗪: 𝗩𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮. 𝗣𝗧𝗦𝗗. 𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗱-𝗜-𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲-𝘆𝗼𝘂-𝗯𝘂𝘁-𝗜'𝗱-𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻-𝗳𝗼𝗿-𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧- 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞
Burn Me First|18+ (Book I) by vamqzzs
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(𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚) 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅. He just got out of prison, scarred, silent, and done trusting anyone. She's a socialite unraveling beneath diamonds and designer lies. But fate doesn't care what's safe. When Nox Parker walks into the apartment Georgiana Beaumont is using to escape her life, neither knows they're living with the person who could ruin everything... or finally set them free. He's her best friend's secret brother. She's the storm he never saw coming. And this summer, the fire doesn't wait for permission. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒. 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒. 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐒. This isn't a teenage daydream. It's a collision. Of a boy built from violence and a girl raised in poison. Of family legacies soaked in corruption. Of want that cuts deeper than any wound. Of love that doesn't heal-it burns.