Seven People  {Completed ✔️}

Seven People {Completed ✔️}

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Carolina York. Mikayla Lionoff. Lucy Maine. Vanessa Gray. Katherine Vicar. Molly Nichols. Alana May Criston. 7 people. All very different. All exactly the same. Alana May Criston was born Carolina York. Then her parents were murdered. And the names and identities kept changing and changing. Every few years Witness Protection would knock on her door, change her look and whisk her off to another state with a new guardian. It's worked for the last 12 years and as far as Alana was concerned it would work for at least 12 more. And anyways, the case has long gone cold, with no new evidence ever surfacing. And it probably never will. Or so she thinks. When death threats start being sent to Alana May, the case of her parent's murder is reopened. Meanwhile, she heads towards her final months of high school. Alongside her best friend Chloe, who she refuses to acknowledge is her best friend, and Blake, the mysterious new bodyguard who Alana knows she will never understand, she searches for new clues to find the people who completely turned her life upside down. Will anything ever return to normal?
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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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