Golden Storms | #Wattys2020
WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual
WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual
The 12 Zodiac work for an organization dedicated to assassinate and kill whoever they are ordered to. Each specialize in their own technique each have their own way to kill. Think of this organization like a college, they live here. Orphaned at a young age they all found their way here and have dedicated themselves to...
A girl. They call her, "The Assassin". She lost her parents at 15 and now, she's the most respected person in the supernatural world.
With her strawberry blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a quiet personality. Rena Yukumaki easily blended with in the crowd. She wished to be invisible not to be seen, but on the inside she felt dead. Until she bumped into a class of assassins also known as the End Class, things changed. (ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM FAN FIC...
What happens when the frye twins are approached by a mysterious girl called Alice who Mr. Green has chosen to be their maid? What if Alice isnt just a maid? What if shes isnt just a maid?
His name is Archer, he is known as the cruel and vicious assassin. He is like a killing machine but hides in the shadows targeting his enemy's and stalking them as prey. He lives alone and has no one to love, until he lays eyes on an innocent beautiful women called layla and he is very determined to have her. However...
"You fail to see your true value and that is where you fail every single time. You are not just a plot on the drawing board. You are not just a pawn or a soldier, you are the key. You have always been the key." ----- Isaline Winter, the last of the Winter clan and one of the deadliest assassin the world has ever seen...
"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my...