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Malum: Part One by Amo Jones

Malum: Part One by Amo Jones

A year ago


Nothing could have prepared me for this novel. Nothing could have prepared me for the emotions that wrecked havoc on my soul as I read. IF you are reading this you damn well better have read the first three books in this series. If not, turn back now and go do that. RIGHT NOW. I knew the minutes I started reading that the ball was going to drop and it was going to be brutal.IT was. I won't lie. It was dark and it was twisted and there were so many moments that I just screamed while I was reading. The Elite Kings broke me and it is going to take so much to put me back together and the way this book ending I just don't have words.I haven't recovered from it yet. Goodreads

Synopsis:

“Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find…” Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings’ rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power. There were things this little girl didn’t know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart… He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it’s that same fire that will burn. Them. All. Down. My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest. Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. I’m Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.

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