Love And War

Love And War

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 6, 2022
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Action and Thriller
Good, bad, its all the same isn't it? It just depends on what side you're on. Sure sometimes it's obvious one side is worst than the other but their motives had good intentions to begin. Some see me as a villain, some see me as a hero, and some see as nothing more than a broken girl who will never be the same. This is all because of the war. A war that was won unfairly, a man killed unjustly, and a girl who only lived to enact revenge for the ones she loved and lost. This is her story. ********************************* This is my first serious attempt at a story. I had another story but hated it and deleted it. But this plot was one I couldn't get out of my head. I did take some gods and goddesses from multiple cultures for certain plot points. You will find out later what those are. All countries are figments of my imagination, any and all characters or plot that seem similar to real life is merely coincidental. It will have blood, death, maybe mature scenes(haven't decided on that yet) and if I decide I need to warn readers about very gruesome scenes I will do so before the chapter. Enjoy
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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