my secret life

my secret life

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Hi my name is Maria May Parson. I am a low-class CIA worker along side my high-class father. Unlike him, I work on the last floor cleaning old and in need of repair machines. You see,my mom passed away and ever since then,my dad has made it his mission to keep me safe so he got me a job so he could keep an eye on me,but since I lacked experience they couldn't give me as good of a job as he has but sice im his only child and I've seen somethings. So they gave me the seemingly safest job they could think of..cleaning on they very last floor away from any danger. My dad was happy with it so I was happy to. Usually it's really boring down here. However,one day while I was cleaning one of the old machine's it turned on then everything went dark.. This is my first story that im publishing and actually continuing. I would be very grateful if you would stick around and read and maybe even give some feed back!😊 Thank you!(updated will be slow but they will come! Plz feel free to leave comments!)
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Betrayal swirls in her eyes briefly before turning back into fury. Her hands roughly fist my hair tilting my head back, allowing the blade more access to my throat. "You bastard. You hurt him, didn't you?" "I assure you I did not force him to help me." I stare up at Wrens tormented expression, almost enjoying the position she has me in. Her eyes narrow as she leans closer to me, almost inches away, "liar." My response cuts short as a she takes the dagger from my throat and drives the blunt end into the back of my head. The feeling of falling eludes me, as the darkness once circling me now invades my mind. ............................ Waiting is not an easy task, especially when you are planning on murdering the Queen. It has been 14 years since Wren lost everything to Morana's reign. Her home, her father, her hope. Until one day a cloaked man enters her favorite tavern searching for her, he brings along that missing hope she has needed all these years. But in true Wren fashion, she instead attacks him in an alley and ties him up in her room. Because lets face it, how can she trust a word out of Morana's son's mouth.

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