Love & War: A Thug's Love Story
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  • Reads 23,163
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 4h 2m
Ongoing, First published Jul 07, 2013
I never intended on my life to end up like this. 
I never intended on breaking promises I'd made to myself and to others, but love makes you forget those promises. 

It can make you someone you never thought you'd be. 

War, however, can bring out the truth and realness in those who you love and those who love you. At least those who you thought loved you. Love & War go hand in hand but when you have it in the streets there's no telling who might be there once the dust settles. 

This is my Love. This is my War-one that I just might not win. 

LiTazhya Anderson is in a war with love, but will her love be enough to keep her alive ,or will that love be the thing to break her? Find out in Love & War: A Thug's Love Story
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