His heart was void of any variety of emotions, which turned him into a monster. He was Vengeful, Cold, Ruthless and the worst Mafia around. The man who walked down the path of vengeance, BEAST. Not conscious of the truth of Twisted Mafia world, she fell in love with the wrong person. When one day he called her back home, as an unfamiliar enemy has risen to wreck them. “ It was not Love but a game! ”ANASTASIA ADAMS, used to live her life alone, away from the filthy business of her Mafia Father WILLIAM ADAMS. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache. Hope is dangerous, it makes you believe things will get better. Now though, I see it for what it is, just a dream of hope. I used to believe the stories, used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil.
When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe? When all we witnessed was death and carnage since the great war. Something we needed to find hope when there wasn't any left. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. The chosen one seems to be more of a prayer than reality. Once I grew up though and looking at what has become of our world, I no longer believe. Someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. That eventually someone would be born like the oracle once said. The one who would save us all, I used to believe what she said was true. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact.My grandmother used to tell me stories of the chosen one. But what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story gets, is a sliver of truth. Growing up, I soon realised that they weren't stories but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to shit. Warning contains Reverse Harem erotica content and mature themes.When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories, I never gave them much thought back then thinking they were just that, stories.
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