Invisible Pen

Invisible Pen

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 13, 2019
Synopsis: Kaliza Freshner, a writer, lives alone and keep herself from the crowd that might insult her blindness. One day, she is visited by a reporter named Wilson who is fan of her novels. He pretends to be her psychiatrist and persuades her to reveal her past-she had an unhappy childhood and raped as a teenager. Kaliza ends up fallin' inlove with the reporter, however, it turns out that Wilson is the rapist who caused her misery in the first place. PS: This is an inspired story.
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Kalisa Warner is a 22 year old orphan who works for an assassins agency, she's tasked with one of the hardest cases of her generation that so many others have failed to solve. Meeting new people along the way and gathering evidence she must always stay in her toes, you never know who to trust. Here's and sample from the first chapter: "I'm still standing." I whisper reassuringly to myself. Everyone goes through tough times in life, sometimes it's all you know, sometimes when you least expect it. But the only reason there's so much dysfunction in this world of ours is because people forget that they're not the only ones who suffer. Everything I've ever gone through, all the heartaches and lonely nights have all led up to this moment. I know nothing will be the same after I receive this assignment, I'm counting on it in fact. The room I'm standing in is on the top floor of a towering skyscraper inside my boss's office. It's a smaller space than I expected with medals and certificates lining the walls, and a sleek glass table with its back to the large array of widows. He sits on a large black chair, his elbows resting on the table. He runs his caramel hands through his golden locks, exposing a neck tattoo that I hadn't noticed before. He's wearing a sharp black suit and his deep green eyes scan my figure, looking for cracks or weaknesses, assessing me before I even open my mouth. Perhaps wondering if I'm ready for the assignment I'm about to receive. I straighten my shoulders, adjusting my posture, and place my hands behind my back, interlacing them. He leans back in his chair, eyeing me again. "Good afternoon Ms. Warner" He says in a deep voice.

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