Licensed Murder
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New York is hiding something, something silent yet deadly.
Iris Row has a license to kill. But alas, this is no scripted James Bond movie, this is reality.
And in reality, we make mistakes.
The bustling city and its fast-paced people continue with their lives, unaware of the secrets, lies and murder going on beneath the city's bright and lively front. Secrets, lies and completely legal... murder.
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Nocturne
"They call this the city of masks. Everyone smiles. Everyone bleeds. Some just hide it better." I wasn't born to be a killer. I was born to wear ribbons, say yes, and sit pretty at someone else's table. But life has a way of sharpening people. They took everything from me. So I found a place where having nothing was normal. Where the shadows had names, and blood bought silence. Now I belong to Nocturne. We kill for coin, for closure, or for reasons we don't speak aloud. Isolde says we're not monsters - just necessary evils. Lucien says nothing at all. He just cleans the blade. And I? I wear red. Because if I'm going to spill blood, it might as well match the dress. They say I'm still new. That my hands tremble before I pull the trigger. But they don't see the fire behind my eyes - The kind only revenge can light. This city taught me how to dance. Now it's going to learn how I kill.
𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝑳𝒊𝒆⫶𝟏𝟖+
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. In a city that eats the innocent alive, 𝐋𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 learned to become the predator. She doesn't have a job - she has disguises. By day, she's just a tired single mother with a daughter to raise and a past that won't stay buried. By night, she's the whisper in Manhattan's penthouses - a conwoman who seduces, steals, and leaves her sins gift-wrapped in diamonds. New York taught her how to survive: weaponise silence, smile like sin, and make danger fall in love with her. Some people run from their past. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠." Because healing was never the plan. Revenge always was.
𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 | +𝟏𝟖
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Royal Blood
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D'Amore
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"They call this the city of masks. Everyone smiles. Everyone bleeds. Some just hide it better." I wasn't born to be a killer. I was born to wear ribbons, say yes, and sit pretty at someone else's table. But life has a way of sharpening people. They took everything from me. So I found a place where having nothing was normal. Where the shadows had names, and blood bought silence. Now I belong to Nocturne. We kill for coin, for closure, or for reasons we don't speak aloud. Isolde says we're not monsters - just necessary evils. Lucien says nothing at all. He just cleans the blade. And I? I wear red. Because if I'm going to spill blood, it might as well match the dress. They say I'm still new. That my hands tremble before I pull the trigger. But they don't see the fire behind my eyes - The kind only revenge can light. This city taught me how to dance. Now it's going to learn how I kill.
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