❛ My name is Lee Areum, and I'm the twin sister of Seventeen's maknae, Dino. ❜ { achievements; #63 in fanfiction }

She rose her dainty eyebrows in surprise at my answer, her small lips slightly opening in shock. "I never took you for one who fails an assignment, Void." She pursed her tongue. My blank eyes stared at hers as I bit back my answer. She sighed at my silence. "You do know what we do to those who fails an assignment, right?" My mind went to the tortured screams I heard from the basement. Beckett must have seen the tiniest widening of my eyes because she smiled knowingly at me. "I may look strict... but since this is your first, I'll overlook it for now. But, may I remind you, that if you fail one more mission, you'll receive worst than those people. " Her eyes hardened at my blank stare. "Are we clear?" "Crystal." *** Meet the killer. Though she has a real name, she is more known as 'Void' because of her blank face and especially eyes. But her blank face has a story behind them-- A past that has left her broken and alone. This past made her perfect for killing innocent people with no remorse. Watch out. She may already be behind you.

(I'll be back soon) A Wattpad Featured Story. Featured on the Watty's 2018 Longlist. 6th in Adventure. | HER LIFE'S BIGGEST ADVENTURE BEGINS IN DEATH | Maddie Dominic is at the top of the food chain in the world of riches and glam; the crown on her head studded with the jewels of every heart she's ever broken. A girl whose sleek locks and rose tainted lips are her armor, her crude smirk a weapon, and her many achievements a source of her platinum status. She'll wedge you under her Louboutins if you so much as stand in her way. Absolutely ruthless, and filthy rich. Everything she could possibly want she's already got her hands on: including that gorgeous Spring line that hasn't actually come out yet. Albeit, after the bore of her routine, an absolute disaster and the utter loneliness becomes too much, she can't bear the formalities and six-inch heels. Left a pearl embedded pistol with a bouquet of crimson roses on her bedside table, she dares to press the trigger in the comfort of her designer room - towards her heart. So, could someone please explain to her why the hell she's still breathing? ______________________________________________________________________ Previous cover made by @Jun_Prelhe Current cover made by @rock_dreamer