Nameless // h.s. au

Nameless // h.s. au

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 2, 2015
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A story where a boy on a train meets a girl running from the past. But we're all running from something right? To Hunter- that jackass on the subway-now controls the future she's so desperate to find and digs up the past she wants more than anything to escape. But maybe that's how things are supposed to be Because it's all for the best I guess. Is it really though? Find out in Nameless This is a mature story so read at your own risk and do not blame me or complain. All rights reserved. This is MY story. If you see anyone else using my work please tell me.
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She was sent to hunt him. He was waiting for her. In a world where loyalty is a weapon and love is a dangerous game, Layla Mercer walks a fine line between survival and betrayal. What begins as a mission turns into something far more twisted when the man she's meant to capture sees through her lies-and plays along. He's dangerous, charming, and far too perceptive-and he seems to know exactly what she's hiding. As the lines blur between hunter and hunted, Layla starts to wonder who's really pulling the strings... and how much of herself she's willing to lose. Every kiss is a lie. Every touch, a trap. Everyone has something to hide. Nothing is what it seems. And as secrets unravel and truths turn lethal, Layla finds herself trapped in a web of deception spun long before she ever entered the game. Some saints were made to be worshipped. Others were meant to burn. This is not the story you think it is. "To destroy the devil, I had to become his favorite saint." All rights reserved to @mr_haroldstyles Trigger warning: this story contains graphic depictions of violence, drug abuse, sexuality, physical and psychological abuse, strong language, deals with depression and anxiety and other mature themes.

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