The Uncontrollable, the Chameleon series book 1
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  • Reads 149
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 37m
Ongoing, First published Nov 27, 2017
Mature
Meet Zoe:

Age: 17Height: 5'4"Tag: 2918Race: Ferceil (AKA Chameleon)

Zoe isn't a lizard, but she possesses the unique ability to blend into her surroundings, making her an exceptional thief. But she wasn't always one, and this is her story...

Zoe's Story:

When humans arrived on our planet 49 years ago, they brought devastation. The Ferceil, my people, were either enslaved or killed. I was born a second-generation slave. My parents? Dead. My aunt was the only family I had left until she was taken from me as well. And who was responsible? Humans.

I've moved past revenge-done that already. Now, I live for the thrill of stealing, getting drunk, and beating up anyone who dares to piss me off. It's a simple life. A simple routine. An illegal existence. Pure bliss... until he shows up and ruins everything.
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