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RTK: Guns and Stilettos by thesmerf
thesmerf
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Valentina Summers is an assassin raised by assassins. But when her little brother wants to find the truth, she finds out that she may not be who she grew up to become. She confronts difficult romances and life-changing choices. Join Summers through action-packed assassinations and a series of spilling secrets. She's the girl who was Raised to Kill.
Coming of Age (on hold) by unendingly
unendingly
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Witches, soul mates, prophecies, secrets, and blood. At seventeen a witch comes of age. Melody has just turned seventeen and finds her soul mate, but he has a dark and troubled past full of secrets he won't tell her. But her only problem isn't just her soul mate's secrets. With her new found power, running for her life, and deadly prophecy: "One shall die.", she has a lot more on her hands. It's time for Melody to learn that not everyone gets a happily ever after. And in her book "The End" is written in blood.
The Longest Lament by Dermit
Dermit
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“A grizzled soldier at war with peace. A powerful wizard buried beneath the weight of failure. A street child with a knack for language, illusion, and mischief. A nobleman’s daughter unable to ignore the injustice all around. Two countries at war, twin sides of the same coin, each thirsting only for the taste of total victory. And between them all the magic, the runenotes, the spell song, the Great Song.The Longest Lament.”
A Letter To You by hannah_louisexx
hannah_louisexx
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Dear Ollie, I miss you so much. I miss the way you use to make me smile, whenever I felt down and the way you use to hold me in your arms. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I feel lost. It’s only been eight months, but I need you. I need you so much. People have told me you might not remember me when you wake up, if you wake up. So I wrote these letters, letters of every eventful moment that has happened in these past eight months. I wrote them to help me remember the good times and to help you remember everything from the good to damn right awful. Here goes nothing...