Fgi Stories

BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) I'm supposed to introduce myself, I guess. My name is Camila Mastos De Cruz, I rarely give out my real name, so this is a first. I have been experiencing a lot of firsts. Where should I begin? I live a life on the run, never in one spot for too long. It's too risky in my line of work; one mistake could mean a life behind bars. Or, worse, a bullet to the head. I grew up in a life of extreme luxury, my father owning almost everyone in Brazil. Carlos Monteiro Cruz ran the biggest underground drug operation in four decades, feared by many. That was my dad, the one I looked up too. I know now why he taught me everything he knew on about how to stay alive - training me since I could remember. My father was murdered when I was sixteen leaving me abandoned. But, I know what you're thinking, such a tragic story. But at that point, I was already numb and ready to live my life how I wanted, on my terms. I could do this better than my father did. I would never make the same silly mistakes. My father's first mistake was me. It made him vulnerable. I will never be vulnerable. Or, that was the plan until I fell in love with Lucas Fontes. We were partners with like minds, and a hunger for passion-passion for adventure, passion for stealing costly things from wealthy people in high places. But he betrayed me. I am after all, my father's daughter. And now I sit in a pool of my blood, a knife sticking out of my stomach. But It does not end here for me as I thought. Something happens, an extraordinary and charming man comes out of the shadows to kneel before me with an offer of a lifetime. As I bleed to death. Whatever he is offering I have no choice but to agree, because I am dying. Beggars can't be choosers. Camila

an oc of mine off of sister location

"A broken soul can't be cured, But a broken heart should be fixed. A mind who over think should be shouted, And two cold eyes be revitalised. But, I'm still trying to heal my soul, Keeping my heart broken; Wanting to remain an over-thinker because I'm never wrong, With 2 cold eyes who could tell other people my story."

BOOKS UNDER RE-BRANDING! (The stories and characters are still the same, just company change) Dear Reader? ...nope. I'm not introducing myself. Ridiculous. This is an absolute mistake, and something I will take up with Pierce, and if I have to file a complaint with HR, I will. I have too much to deal with than this prank that was likely set up by the accounting department. Picture a bunch of nerds getting off by doing things that only geeks do, like forge fake FGI letters and deliver them to the staff, barely able to hold in their childish merit. I'm confused about why they're not letting me leave this confessional. So, I'm just going to sit here. I mean, it's not like I'm needed every waking second! When I find out who locked me in here, there will be hell to pay. I will unleash an unholy amount of pain and suffering upon the dork that thought this was funny. I'm not above grabbing one of them by the throat and shoving their head into a toilet. It's not enough that I get my underwear stolen daily?! I don't think anyone paid attention to the sexual harassment conference we all had to attend for a damn week. Another thing, everyone knows I have severe anger issues, and I don't see why it's funny always to antagonize me like this! The door is still locked? Someone's coming. Okay, this is hilarious. Now they are telling me that Pierce will be coming for my briefing? That's my job, I set up the presentations and make sure FGI shapeshifter-agents are certified and ready to go into the field. I have a screening I have to be at! The next mission is happening, I can't be in here, I'm needed. Someone is getting fired, and it's not me. Apparently, they won't let me out until I say my name to the camera. I will say my name, but that does not mean Nerdville on the 5th floor won't go up in flames. Hi, my name is Zoya Romanovna and I'm pissed. Now, get me the hell out of here.