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Ongoing, First published Jul 29, 2019
Mature
"To be prepared for war is one of the most effective means of preserving piece."- George Washington. War is the most difficult things to go threw it doesn't matter who's the last standing, it doesn't matter who wins because at the end of a war there are never any winners. I would know that. I was in a war I was forced into. My name is Briaunna Anderson. You know me as Nikklaus Anderson's wife, the mother of three, a sister of four, a daughter of three, and most of all the most powerful supernatural creature ever known. In some of the stories I am about to tell you I'm not proud of somethings and something I will never regret because I did what I thought I was helping the innocents.
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