AISLE    | #wattys2019

AISLE | #wattys2019

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a holy war between hate and love ends up gathering two people in a game of denying revenge and mixed emotions ,separate ways only lead to one truth ,a truth that's blurred and blocked by lies A terrorist attack has killed thousands of people ,we recommend you stay home and wait for the police to inform us if the location is safe and what has happened "are you sure you're ready to do this atheer?" "yes those killed my family ,those killed my friends,those killed innocent people " she took a deep breath closing her eyes just to open them while showing nothing but emptiness inside of them "those killed me "
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"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

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