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Shattered

Shattered

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Fantasy
In the land of Hesternia, there are two types of people you will meet. 1) An over-confident faerie 2) A sassy witch with attachment issues. In Hesternia, there is also one rule you never bend. 1) Never help one not of your own race. When fae assassin Ariadne Wilde and extremely wanted fugitive Artemis break the law (more) in the worse way possible, their only chance of continued freedom (Or as much as you can get when you're sometimes tempted to turn yourself in just for the killer amount of cash), is to run five miles away, shout threatening curses across the chasm, and never look back. But when they carry the weight of world-threatening-information, can't seem to stop rescuing each other and each step leads straight towards gallons of blood, gore, cynical plans and each other, do they even have the choice to turn their backs on highly repetitive coincidence?
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There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.

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