Char is a spy and assassin, trying to keep his corrupt life from seeping into Ophelia. Complications arise many times, such as kidnapping, murders, and unexpected plot twists. Char has to make the choice of turning Ophelia into a spy, or letting her go for good.
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Excerpt:
"My parents are dead."
Her head jerks back slightly, then she starts to play with the hem of her dress. The mental debate going on in her head is almost visible, as it would be with most people. Ask about it, even though it's personal? What should I say? What Ophelia says and does will be a determining factor in how I see her. How she handles things like this.
"How did they die?"
So her curiosity outweighed her empathy. I'd say the same about myself. "I'm not supposed to tell." But I wouldn't mind anymore, it doesn't matter. Most topics have become desensitized to me, nothing is off limits now. Once pain becomes your constant, it doesn't hurt anymore.
"You can tell me, don't build barriers. You can tell me anything, if you want to."
Her eyes are so focused and intense that my flesh crawls. If you knew, you'd never talk to me ever again, because all this spy secrecy would unravel. I'm sure it sucks to have your parents gone all the time, but at least they aren't gone forever like mine. You don't know how it feels, they raised me to be a cold heartless person, and they'll never be forgiven for it.
But at the same time, longing pulls at me. To feel my mom's hands massage my scalp, my head in her lap, and know those hands are stained with blood to protect me. To cook dinner with my dad and watch him saw meat with a butcher knife, and know that he cuts flesh with other knives. They were fucked up in the worst ways, but they were never against me. Though they had their flaws, it was always for me.
Dead people are hard to hold grudges against.
How I wish to be an average kid again, not knowing his purpose.
I wake up with a pounding headache. Now I know why my mother tells me not to drink. I open my eyes and close them right after. I pull my covers off of me and stretch for a minute. I walk to the bathroom with my eyes still closed. Now that takes skill. I open my eyes when I get in there. I look around for a second and scream. I run to the bed I was in and see its not mine. I scream again. I go to the door and its locked. No,no,no this can't be happening... moments later the door opens and I almost punch the person opening it, he grabbed my hand and then put it down.
"Mr. B?"
"Its Jeff out of school for you,now."
"What's going on! Why did you take me!?" I screamed at him walking back away from him. Im terrified. My teacher took me...
Jessi is a 17 year old girl who does what she please. One night Jessi went out with friends and had to much to drink. Next thing she knows she is at her hot teachers house...
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Hello.
I have been reading the comments from all of you guys and I appreciate all the love and support. I do realize there is a bunch and I do mean bunch of spelling errors and grammar mistakes. I would like to inform everyone that I was 14 when this was made, never did I think that it would get so many views and responses. I will try and put some time in my busy, busy life to fix them...
Now in to the rude comments.
No body asked you to stay. In fact it would be best if you just take your little butt out of here as, once again, I WAS 14 WHEN I MADE THIS 'BOOK'. No it didn't effect me in any way but there are kids on this site and I realize not everyone is as nice and respectful as I am but this IS my book. It's 100 percent MINE and I will run it the way I please. If you don't like it then get the hell out of here as I have many other more decent readers.
I would also like to thank my haters because I'm working on other books and the grammar is better the story is better it is better.
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Tia