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When you're kidnapped, maybe you think you'll find your true destiny in another world (not me), or maybe you'll be kidnapped by One Direction, or something like that (still not me) or maybe you'll be kidnapped by a super-hot guy (yes, but he hates me). Do you expect to get beaten? To be treated like a slave? To be sold like a slave? Maybe, maybe not. But there's always one thought we kidnapped have in common: ESCAPE.

(SAF IS BEING EDITED) I was kidnapped when I was 8 years old. Taken from my home. From my family. From everything I knew. I always thought that being kidnapped, meant that your kidnapper would kill you, eventually. I was wrong. I'm still alive. You know how in woman trafficking, the girls are used for sex and drugs? Well, not me. I've been living in a building with a bunch of other girls who I'm sure were kidnapped just like I was except we weren't used for sex and drugs. We were used for something else...fighting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Skylar Dawson, a 17 year old fighter. Trained from the age of 8 to be the best most savage fighter she can possibly be, has had nine years of pain. Learning to control it, endure it, and give it. After her last fight, she comes to the conclusion that she must get out. Tired of being the fighting slave of J.D. she escapes and runs to find her family, hoping to reconnect with them somehow. When she does, she finds herself in multiple situations, dealing with new emotions as she tries to get used to her new life with her family. Take a ride with her and witness her loss of innocence, her pain and hatred, and see how Jason Jones breaks down Skylar's brick wall in order to get close to her as they both struggle with their feelings for one another. Her darkest secret is revealed when fate has it's way and she's suddenly in for THE fight of her life.

A 17 year old girl's family was killed and she was kidnapped. she used her whits to escape only to be found by the F.B.I., who requested her join the E.A.D (Elite, Assassins,District.) finding that she had no other choice she joined and now works with a group of skilled assains. She swore vengeance on those who killed her parents, and she would stop at nothing to carry ITN through. This may be turned into a novel

They say you don't remember a lot from when you are young. That all you have are feelings and emotions. But I know that isn't true. I remember my mother's touch, the tender way she held me. I remember the urgency in her eyes, the sound of her terrified screams piercing the air. I remember her last words and the men dragging her away. My name is Sephora Baxter and this is the story of how one night changed my life forever. What do you do when everything you know about your life isn't real?

"With all due respect sir, adding a new member to this team will only slow us down." "On the contrary, if anything your team will slow her down." *** She's the ghost story you tell around a camp fire. The monster that hides in your closet. The nightmare that wakes you from your sleep. She's the definition of the word 'deadly'. She never smiles, never shows any emotion other than a blank stare. Unless, she's pissed, then it shows. She doesn't trust any of the other agents, only the chief. She doesn't play nice with others. She's a solo agent, always works alone, but that's about to change. Respect her and she'll take a bullet for you. Mistreat her and she'll put a bullet in you...if you're lucky. She's Agent 13... ***Book 1*** Highest Ranking: #1 in Action

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015