This story is about a boy who doesn't know of modern society and it's every day luxuries. He live's in the wild with his elder, and is about to have his entire world turned upside down. Currently I am working on it and trying to give it the appropriate tags. I made this cover on google docs, and it's a picture of one of the lamp-posts in front of our front porch. I thought that it has a bit of a mysterious feel to it, with the bushes behind it. Enjoy the story, and leave feedback. Pointers and things I'm doing well would be simply fabulous! (Lol, and I have no one who is spell checking or proof reading as I go, so my apologies now if my grammar is horrible!)

MY name is Sierra Arianna Azarov when i was seven years old i was kidnapped abused and tortured by a member of my family Mathew Fairgay. After two weeks of missing they showed me a video of and pictures of my funeral. they told me that i was there new daughter they told me all there rules and forced me to train. I'm now fifteen years old and have been dreaming of this day for years to return home and live a life that was stolen from me eight years ago. me and my friends have defeated the asshole that took us from our homes we have freed the people that was forced to kill for hydra now its time for us to return home and try to forget what has happened to us but we know we will never forget the scars are to deep they are there for life. I'm writing this so people know what happened to us and the other members of the mafia know if you touch anyone any where i will hunt you down i will kill you.

Annelise lives a normal, slightly hectic life like any other college student does. There's only one difference : she's an Assassin by night. (cliche, yes yes, but you gotta read it cause it's bit different.) The thing is, she doesn't kill the people she's assigned to get. She lives as peacefully as anyone with a double life does. That is, until someone in the assassin's network starts giving out many assssin's real names and, for some, it starts showing their pictures. Fingers start pointing at her, and the rest is history.