𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - LovelyRoseBlossomm - Wattpad

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

LovelyRoseBlossomm

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Reads 3,556
Votes 157
Parts 24
Time 2h 32m

LovelyRoseBlossomm

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assassin childabuse exbf exgf exlovers guns knives love loverstoenemiestolovers lovestory masquerade memories panicattacks past pastlovers ptsd triggerwarning

"𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞? 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫."

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𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑 
•𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧•

She is beautiful but deadly. Her reputation smells like money and blood. Her green eyes hold no emotions or fear but her mind that's what holds memories of him. The only person she ever loved and the person she has to kill now.

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𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐙
•𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧•

He is handsome. His body is sculpted by Gods his head is held high even if he hides in the shadows of night waiting for his targets. His bright, innocent looking eyes won't shed a tear when he watches his targets dying. There are no emotions behind them but there used to be. When he was with her, the one he loved and one he had to kill now.

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Will they be able to finish their mission? 
What will happened when the past will get involved?
Can their desire for money overpower their feelings?

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It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)