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Mission Undercover (On HOLD)

Mission Undercover (On HOLD)

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5 years ago, she looked like a normal teenager. 5 years ago she acted like a normal teenager. 5 years ago she was fitting in like a normal teenager. But she wasn't. When Angelique was born, she was left by her parents. At the age of 5, she was adopted by Mr. Kendrick Winston, the man who owned an asassin/spy/agent company. She started training when she was 6, hot damn was she strong. When she turned 14, she was put on duty. 3 years passed and she wanted to resign. So she did. But Kendrick Winston needed her and practically begged her to come back. Why? To Guard his Only Heir. Add the mischievious acts and sweet personality of the certain boy. A recipe for disaster. A recipe of jumbled plans. A recipe of secrets. A RECIPE OF LOVE ON THE WAY? ***** The cover says '' and I'm Xx_Mystica_xX but you know, thats me except I changed my username. So don't think that I just copied this okayyy? Clear then. Carry on with the story. © Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved, Xx_Mystica_xX
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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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