Intertwined: Two Fates | Book : 2 | {On Haitus}

Intertwined: Two Fates | Book : 2 | {On Haitus}

Season 2 of 2
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Trough a fateful encounter, they met. The one who lived in shadows, yet carried a pocket full of fragile dreams. The other who had no dreams of his own, only the stubborn wish to guide others toward the light. One looked at a stranger and felt... safe. The other looked at him and thought, 'I will keep you from my monster, even if it costs me everything.' Was it mercy? Was it love? Or just two lost souls recognizing the loneliness in each other's eyes? Tell me.. who is more pitiful? The one who lost his everything... or the one who lost his only thing? {This is a continuation of my first book, "Intertwined: Two Fates." This story will delve into the past, specifically 10 years before Book 1. Therefore, it's recommended to read Book 1 before diving into this prequel (Book 2)
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Intertwined : Two Fates

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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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