Sophie
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Jan 21, 2019
Mature
"I guess this is what it's like to be around a psychopath, not knowing what to do at any time, not knowing what move to make. It was like a game, a game she had dragged me into. It's like I had all the pieces laid out in front of me, I had made the perfect plan to win, but the game was rigged and there was no chance I could beat her, no chance I could beat Sophie".

Nobody in their right mind would genuinely love killing someone in the most brutal way possible. It's a good thing Sophie Galavin is not in her right mind.

Being an undercover agent for most of her life means she's seen lots of things, but instead of cowering away in fear she's accepted them, and due to that most people tend to find her personality revolting. She's less interested in other people's opinions about herself and more interested in her own opinions about the new partner she's been assigned.

Warren Damala is popular among agents, specifically girls. He's attractive and he's smooth. He also has no idea how to deal with his new partner who's ridiculously psychotic. He's either going to avoid her completely, which is basically impossible because of their job, or learn how to get through to her without ending up shot in the head.
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