The Love of a H4CKER

The Love of a H4CKER

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Sometimes love doesn't always start with a friendship. Sometimes it blossoms from anger and hate Emily is witty, smart mouthed and had a knack for hacking she is also the niece of Lenni, leader of prime eight. When her family was killed in a suspicious car crash she had no one left to turn to but her reluctant aunt who took her under her wing if for nothing but her own gain. When a series of events thrust Emily into the lives of Dedsec and in particular a masked anarchist with a hard on for destruction will it be heart break or war. (Set a year after the end of Watch dogs 2 and the take down of Blume) Credit to all creators of any videos or fan art I post on this story
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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