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His Saviour | ✓
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Complete, First published Jun 27, 2018
*Will be undergoing editing soon*

"I was your curse , and you were my disease. I was saving you , but you were killing me."

After loosing everything at aged 16 , Lucia Smith is back in her home town for the first time in 5 years after her whole world was turned upside down forever.

After rekindling old friendships she soon finds out that her new life in her old home town isn't as perfect as she thought it'd be. 

How will she feel when the memories she's tried so hard to burry start pushing there way back into her life ?

As the past has a funny way of catching up to you when you least expect it ...
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To ruin for you

21 parts Ongoing Mature

~Aeron (Celtic mythology)- god of slaughter~ Layla Williams had her hands buried in every crease of my heart since we were children. I thought I could protect her from everything, until our parents dragged us into hell. Spending two years in the depths of it to protect her was nothing. Becoming a blood thirsty monster was nothing. The only hard part is to drag us out I muss not look back. And we all know how the myth ends. ~Layla (Arabic)- night, dark beauty~ I never claimed to know pain, I never had to, I had Aeron to take all of it away. My other half, my lifeline. Then he left, and I stayed behind, entangled in our parents twisted games. And I was sure that was raw, consuming pain. Until he came back, shell of a boy I used to know better than myself, foreign, dangerous, oblivious to my existence. The pain I felt then was unearthly, I was in hell.