Twisted fate

Twisted fate

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Nina Volkov is dead. At least, that's the story the world believes - including the brother she once would've died for. Now she's Luna Beridze - silent, sharp, and trained to disappear. A bodyguard with no past. A woman built on secrets and silence. She never meant to feel. She never meant to fall. Especially not for her client. Mattheo Lopez was never supposed to care. Not about his future. Not about his past. And definitely not about the woman hired to protect him. To the world, he's just a spoiled heir with a drink in one hand and a joke in the other. But behind the charm is a man who once dreamed - until life taught him not to. Then came her. The one who challenged him to take life seriously. The one who made him believe again. But what happens when the truth comes out? When the past refuses to stay buried? What happens when the lie you fell for starts to feel like the only truth you want?
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"Before she was a warrior, she was a whisper. Before she was a whisper she was a wound. And before the wound.. there was the moon." There are stories the world forgets. Not because they are unimportant - but because they are too important. Too close to the bone. Too full of blood and silence and shadow. The tale of the moon is one such story. Before the world was carved by blade and breath, there were gods that watched over men. Some gave fire. Some gave sea. But the moon gave silence, peace - and the night it's language. It cast light not to reveal, but to protect. To shield the broken, the hunted, the mourning. And when the first warrior stood with blood on her hands and sorrow in her chest, it was the moon that bowed first. It had always bowed to pain. It has always followed the lost. Even now. Even still. There was once a man named Tsugikuni Michikatsu. He carried greatness on his shoulders like a crown of flame - and fell with the weight of it. In his youth, he was destined for legend. In his grief, he became a demon. A moonlit mockery of the warrior he once was. But before his soul was devoured by darkness, before his blood turned rot, something was born inside him - something forged not of blood or rage, but of loyalty. A guardian, a shadow. A creature older than the trees, with eyes of forgotten gods. Tsukiyomi. My KNY AU put into book format. This is a fanfic. There may be ships you don't like, there will be descriptive scenes of blood and fights.

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