Traitor
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Last published Fri, Sep 8, 2023
How could they?! How?! What have I done to deserve this? Have they so easily forgotten? So easily forgotten those peaceful nights under the open sky? Those comforting embraces after their horrendous nightmares? That gentle healing of their smallest wounds? Those affectionate reprimands at their grave mistakes? Have they so easily forgotten the love, the vows of unity? Have they so easily forgotten me, who they called their shelter and guide, their mother in the form of a sister? Have they so easily forgotten that they trusted him, that vile Ozul, over me, who loves them... loved them. These wounds they have given me are nothing compared to what they have done to my soul. No, I mustn't fall weak. Long gone are those beautiful days, those precious memories.I am nobody's friend, nobody's daughter and nobody's sister. I am nothing but a tool for the rebellion, a tool that must do its job.
A story to wound and healing.
A story of a hardened warrior.
A story of trust and betrayal.
A story of family and siblinghood
The story of an elder sister.
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"ππππ, ππ πππ ππππ... π'π πππππ ππππ ππππ πππ π ππ πππ ππππ ππππ π ππ ππππππ ." ππ‘ππ¨π§ ππ§π’π π‘π - the powerful, ruthless man behind Knight Industries has loved ππ¬π‘π₯π’π§π ππ¨π§π«π¨π ever since he was a child. But one misunderstanding cost him the best thing that had ever happened to him. Now filled with heartbreak and hatred, Ashling wants nothing to do with him. Unfortunately for her, Theon Knight isn't a man who lets go. To him, Ashling has always belonged to him, and there is no way in hell he would ever let her walk away. So if getting her back means swallowing his pride, grovelling on his knees, and chasing her until she finally forgives him, then so be it. But while Theon fights to reclaim the woman he lost...another pair of dark eyes has already claimed her, and Theon Knight would rather destroy the world than lose her twice. πππ ππ πππ©πππ... ππ‘π’π¬ ππ¬π§'π π ππ¨π―π πππ¨π«π². ππ¨π¨π€ π«ππππ ππ+ | A Romantic-Thriller
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