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SOS MY DAUGHTERS

SOS MY DAUGHTERS

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Un agent secret de la CIA est porté disparu depuis plus de trois ans. Alors que tout espoir de le retrouver est perdu et que ses collègues le croient mort, un courrier électronique va prouver le contraire. Il est bien vivant mais se retrouve prisonnier d'un dangereux criminel au col blanc. Pour le délivrer, trois jeunes femmes ont été choisies et formées. Elles doivent s'introduire dans le quartier général du criminel et délivrer l'agent. Seulement, même si elles ignorent tout, chacune de l'autre, et qu'elles semblent se détester, un lien très fort les unit. et c'est ensemble qu'elles vont devoir faire face à une situation bien périlleuse pour sauver la vie d'un homme important pour chacune d'elle. Découvrez une aventure passionnante dans laquelle se mélangent, amour, humour et action.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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