A Touch of Thorns

A Touch of Thorns

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Princess Vivienne Sinclair is supposed to be the perfect heir to Aveloria: graceful, loyal, and ready for the crown. But behind the royal smiles, she lives a double life Prince Cedric is Vesperia's golden boy: honorable, charming, and everything a future king should be. He's also Thorn, a deadly assassin whose name is whispered in the shadows. When a mysterious figure known only as Lord gives them the same impossible mission, eliminate each other, their lives are thrown into chaos. The problem? Neither of them expected their target to be someone they couldn't stop thinking about. Now, with two kingdoms on the brink, dangerous secrets coming to light, and enemies lurking around every corner, Vivienne and Cedric must decide what matters more: duty, survival... or each other. --- Hey everyone! πŸ’• If updates are ever a little slow, it's probably because my computer has decided to stop cooperating with me (again 😭). Thanks for being patient-I promise the story isn't abandoned, and more chapters will be coming! βœ¨πŸ“–πŸ’•
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I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher. He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face. I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin. "I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me." My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper. He nods, "I know." "You kill without remorse," I spit. "I know." "I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger. "I know." "I'm disgusted by you." "I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine. His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger." - It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine. Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent. I want death. I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter. - Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing. The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity. What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate? When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place? - [π–π€π‘ππˆππ†] THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ - *COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*

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