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Being the child of a gangster isn’t easy—much less being his pawn. But that was life for Evelyn Kimber, and that was all she ever knew. The gilded cage she lived in was never meant to be destroyed. She did what she was told, pitched in when allowed to. Hers was not a woman’s world.
Most of the time, Evelyn didn’t know what she felt. The only constant, the only wish that kept her steady was the hope to one day be rid of her father’s clutches. To be free.
Thomas Shelby had ambition, although the war had torn out a piece of his heart. But he would stop at nothing. No person or action would make him cower in fear.
Everything was supposed to go according to plan, until one day, a murder, then a messy theft, lead to the collision of two people from different worlds.
Suddenly, Evelyn and Thomas find themselves intertwined in a scheme neither can quite understand.
But while different on the surface, maybe the two are more similar than they’d like to admit. Broken souls, and all.
“You’re scared to win, scared to lose. I’ve heard that war was over if you really choose. The one in and around you.” - California, Lana Del Rey
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A lot of stories end with the girl marrying the man of her dreams, a perfect happy ending. But what those stories fail to show is what happens during the marriage, because marriage is not the end of one’s story but merely a new chapter in one’s life.
After five years of living in Birmingham, Roseline now lives the life that many women dream of. Her husband is a successful businessman, and they reside in a stunning mansion filled with numerous hallways and corridors that seem to stretch on endlessly. The house is filled with both used and unused rooms. Money is never a concern for her; she spends it freely without a second thought. Everything she wears now is fashionable and beautiful, and her jewelry adorns her like a second skin.
The man she is married to is the infamous Tommy Shelby.
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- Part 2 of The lonely path
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20 Jul 2026
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Safe and close at hand by framboise
Fandoms: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games (Movies)
22 Nov 2023
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In which Coriolanus Snow is handsomely rewarded for his tribute winning the Games and in turn handsomely rewards his prize, Lucy Gray, herself.
He's gone solemn now in the afterglow, serious. He cares for his own, Snow, she sees that with his family, and now she is one of them. Not his family, but something he owns. His prize, his ward, his girl.
Is she to be his mistress then? she thinks hazily as she slips towards sleep. Is that the future for her? To escape from the viper's den into the viper's mansion?
She shivers and he drags her closer, one large hand tucked around her hip.
Well, she can't escape now even if she wants to, she thinks, sinking into the softness of the plush mattress, burrowing back into the heat and warmth of her jailor.
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as pure as I need you to be by framboise
Fandoms: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games (Movies)
17 Nov 2023
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Can you make a man good? Can you inspire a man to goodness? To purity?
A man who kills for you— is that purity? Purity of purpose, of love, of obsession perhaps.
'You were the first man who had me, you know that,' she murmurs as he clutches her close in his bed, as her legs lift higher around his hips.
'I know,' he grunts.
'So I'm yours now, aren't I?' she says, trying not to make it sound like a plea. More like an oath.
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11 May 2026
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‘No man has hit me, either. Another girl stole my money. Money I’d been saving to go after my brother – who you fucking sent away and left me, all on my own, to fend for myself. Don’t you judge me for the position that you put me in!’
‘Don’t shout at me in me own fucking car!’ Tommy barked back, turning and pointing at her.
‘Stop fucking pointing at me! There is only one person to be pointing fingers at, and it’s you! You fucking did this to me, Thomas Shelby!’
Tommy’s gaze was wide and wild, horrified by her words, looking at her skinny wrist, her battered face. He was shaking his head, but she was sobbing, looking out of the window, likely regretting speaking at all. She had been sweet. So sweet.
He swallowed. ‘Go in the house. Polly has a bath for you.’
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in·car·na·dine (/inˈkärnədīn/)
verb
To color (something) a bright crimson.What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red. (2.2.59-63)After all, violence and love are both carried in blood.
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