My Lovely Assassin

My Lovely Assassin

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My life is miserable before i met him.I always use to think that life is the same. you eat ,drink,sleep, met someone and get married,have kids ...and so on.... I've never thought that someone like him will appear in my life,i've never thought that i will fall in love in this strange little way with a man that people may address as a skilled killer or what they called as 'Assassin' and of course! i've never ever ever in my life expect myself to fall in love with this strange,dangerous,yet very sweet man who love me so much and will do anything he could to save me. i love him as much as he love me....but my parents ....they.... If only he is a normal high school guy.... perhaps things will be a lot more easy and different.....
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My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

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