The Beast stole me from the Devil . . . <br /><br />Anastasiya<br />I was born a trophy owned by the Resnov Bratva, waiting for the day they’d collect.<br />My identity was engraved in their legacy, and my only purpose was to obey, to submit. I had no voice, and most of all, I had no choice.<br />I was promised to one yet stolen by another. Simeon Resnov was my savior, a different kind of beast. A beautiful contradiction to the name he carried. <br />He hid the darkness in him so well. <br /><br /><br />Simeon<br />She was meant to sit on a mantel, waiting for her rightful owner to claim her. On that day, she’d be used until there was nothing left until her existence was nothing but blood on his hands. <br />But the moment I saw her, I recognized the pain in her eyes. It drew me in, entranced me, and turned into an obsession that demanded I have her. <br />So, I took her. I stole the girl branded to another, and now her broken soul is mine to mend…to break…<br />And mend again.<br /><b
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