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Crown vs Knife
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 26, 2017
Imagine this.Forced into pageants,winning those pageants,and getting trained by thugs to "help" the city.That all happened to Maylena Owens.

Ever since Maylena was 5,she was training to kill.Kill all those people in the gangs way.

Broken hearts,forced love,killing spree.She hated EVERYTHING about her life.But what happens when she has choice?To go back to her life of crowns,or stay in the blood light of her knife.


WARNING!!

This story contains mentions of blood,killings,organs,and severe injuries.If that's not your thing,I suggest you not read this book.I don't control your life so read if you want!;)
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