Love Is Ǝvil

Love Is Ǝvil

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It's September 2010, Marshall Mathers better known as Eminem is getting his life back together. He has been sober for two years now and two albums later his work is going fine as well. But the hardest is yet to come: How to find romance? Only thing he knows is being a dork and a slut. That ain't love. But then he meets Nicolas, a man with a mean stare and a real sword. Perhaps the man with a hundred scars can tame Marshall? Part 3 of My Nightmare I Woke Up To
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She's Chicago royalty. He's a Detroit legend. Neither of them are looking for anything-until grief recognizes grief. Vanessa Dalton was born into legacy. Heiress to the Chicago Bears, she was raised in private suites, gala ballrooms, and under the public's careful eye. Her world is all bright lights and clean lines. Her boyfriend is a hometown hero. Her smile is flawless. Her heart is not. Marshall Mathers isn't trying to be seen. Two divorces behind him and a career that changed the face of music, he knows what people want from him-and who they miss. But the version they want isn't the man in the mirror anymore. He's a father now, quieter, older, haunted in ways the stage never fixed. They meet in a stadium suite on game day. She shakes everyone's hand. She just nods at him. He's ready to look away-until she doesn't look at him like anyone else does. He doesn't know her brother was a fan. She doesn't know how often he thinks about the boy he used to be. She's grieving the past she couldn't save. He's grieving the version of himself he can never go back to. It's not love. Not at first. It's something quieter. Older. Slower. But sometimes the slowest burns are the ones that smolder hardest-and longest. "You lost someone, didn't you?" "Yeah. So did you." In the end it's Him & I.

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