Armored Hearts
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Last published Sat, Aug 9, 2025
Stand alone story.
In the underworld where loyalty is currency and betrayal is inevitable, Khrizaine Averigne is both legend and ghost. To her enemies, she's Iron Rose-a ruthless phantom of the Black Vultures, leaving only blood and whispers in her wake. To herself, she's just a woman with a name she can no longer say out loud, haunted by the choices that forged her into a weapon.
When a mission forces her into the lair of La Sombra Negra, she sheds the Iron Rose persona and becomes Cinder, an infiltrator buried under layers of lies. But deception cuts both ways. Her new "employer," the enigmatic and lethal Zavien Cornelia, is a man made of shadows and sharp edges-a leader feared for the way he doesn't need to raise his voice to command, or his hand to kill.
He sees through people the way others read maps. And he's starting to see through her.
What begins as a mission of survival twists into something more dangerous-a pull neither of them can resist. In the blood-soaked nights and quiet aftermaths of violence, every glance, every word becomes a test-of trust, of power, of control.
But masks break. And when Zavien discovers the truth about who "Cinder" really is, Khrizaine will have to choose.
Stay in the dark she's mastered,
or step into the light that could burn her alive.
In a world where love feels like war and war feels like breathing, can the Iron Rose bloom again-or will she finally be cut down?
DISCLAIMER: This novel is written in taglish.
WARNING: This story is unedit, all chapters might contains a grammatical errors, and typos. Thank you!
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