Mission from Death
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Jul 31, 2020
I was onced loved by all and had everything i wanted or most of it.
I wanted the man i loved to look at me.
And yet why her?
As i am now about to be beheaded before him and the damn woman that stripped everything away from me.
I vowed vengence.
I pledge myself ro bloodlust.
And seemingly someone managed to hear all that and gave assistance on turning me back in time before it all happened.
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