Who am I? I don't know either. I remember being called Helena, Helena Yelenova. Russian and Greek. Orphan. My parents were murdered in front of me. My childhood? Blurry memories. Hard times. I was trained from a young age. Trained to fight, to assassinate, to get what I want. I want revenge, I'm just waiting for the right time. Either way I always succeed.
So who am I?
I'm nobody. I do not exist. I don't have an identity. I don't have a name. Or- I have one. 'Agent'
So this was the prologue what do you think? I hope you liked it ♡ Leave a comment below and vote if you indeed liked it so I know if I should continue ♡
~Becks
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'Agent'
Mystery / Thriller"I'm serving a purpose. I'm following orders." "Well miss, before we get the information we want, with the painful method, can you give us at least a name?" I glanced up. "Agent." The protagonist is inspired by Marvel's Natasha Romanoff/Bla...
