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They say once you've mastered the act of being alone, you're ready for the company of others, but that still doesn't necessarily make it easy. When Lana's life journey separates from her family's after a gruesome rogue attack at a very young age, she couldn't help but get used to her heart beating alone for miles in what she called, her "home". That is because in most stories the girl is known as an ending novella, but this is Lana's reality and she writes herself to be her very own Cinderella.***Extract:"I didn't know you were the touching type." "I-I am sorry, Alpha!"He snatched her around the waist and laughed, jerking her into his arms."No need to apologize, little mate. You will come to know that I rather crave your every touch."…

CBNellnebach

"Previously known as... Scarletstroke: Girl assassin"* No hesitation * No killing of children* No killing of innocent people* No emotions* And defenitely, NO falling in love~ Those are the main rules code named Scarletstroke, former assassin Scarlett Gonzales lives by.She is a highly-trained, highly-precise and highly-dangerous killer who considers herself the same as any other businesswoman, doing 'just her job' and convincing herself that she is dealing with 'just her target' rather than a person.She succeeds in contract killing better than any known assassin that ever existed and successfully ignores all feelings or emotions, knowing that they tend to make the "job" not go as planned.So when a new contract comes in and the mark is a certain gang leader that caught Scarlett's eye, she couldn't resist venturing deeper into a world filled with illegal activities on a personal mission to find out why he has a price on his head. Although, what she finds in that world isn't quite what she expected.Now, torn between duty and passion, Scarlett must decide if she pulls the trigger or if she becomes the target herself?Who knows, maybe he might be the answer to her deepest desires.Because her next target: Cayden Carlisle.+++The culprit took in a deep, calming breath. "You may as well shoot me now, but just know that I am still going to kiss you." By the time he grabbed her waist with one hand and her wrist, connecting to the hand holding the gun, with the other... she was lost. Completely gone. She never stood a chance. His smell, his mouth, his soft growling noises. They were more than enough to disarm her."I finally figured something out about you." He whispered, pulling her closer, trying to meld every part of her to him. "You display all your emotions through body language. In this case, your hand is betraying your mask." Every word of his was chosen for maximum impact. No wasted syllables, no extra breaths. Just facts.…