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When the world ended, people didn't believe it at first. They went on with their day, even though the news was blasting about some type of disease that was airborne, killing hundreds within hours. Maybe it was the fact they kept changing their story, from disease to some drug, JH-14, to just being God's will. Either way, people started to finally believe the world was ending when their loved ones that died, came back alive trying to get a bite of their flesh. I'd been alone way before the world even happened, and I was alone during it as well. To myself, I was Anastasia Romanov, the girl taken from Mother Russia at twelve. To everyone else, I was Black Knight, a stupid vigilante that put others before themselves. No one knew who I was, whether I was a boy or a girl, or even what my hair color was. And I was content with that. Content with being alone; until the day I saved the mysterious Toma Team.
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Disclaimer: This novel involves abuse, sexual abuse and suicide. A destiny I never chose. A life I never wanted. A heart I swore never to give again. Death should have been my release. Instead, I awoke in another world... in another body... in another life. It should have been a second chance. But scars don't fade just because the skin is new. The memories still haunt me, silent shadows that twist my every thought, every fear, every breath. I care for no one. I trust nothing. I wish only for an end... yet something, some cruel, invisible force always pulls me back from the edge. I am a pawn dressed in silk and gold, forced into a game I never agreed to play. But even in a heart frozen by trauma, the warmth of life begins to seep in. Slowly, I begin to feel again. To breathe again. To hope. Then fate strikes once more. Another decision, made without me. Another future, sealed by hands not my own. And I realize... I may have escaped death, but not destiny. In a world of monsters, thrones and betrayal, can a shattered soul carve her own fate or will the past always bind her to a future she never wanted?

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