Protection Crew
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  • أجزاء 20
  • الوقت 4h 11m
  • مقروء 54
  • صوت 0
  • أجزاء 20
  • الوقت 4h 11m
إكمال، تم نشرها في أكتـ ٢٠, ٢٠٢٠
للبالغين
[THIS BOOK CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, MENTAL ILLNESS, MURDER, SEXUAL ASSAULT AND ABUSE]
[First Book in a Three Book Series]

"Kat! You know the rules. No guns, no individual missions, and especially no murder."
"It's good to break the rules sometimes, Jordan!"

When Katelyn Matthews was a little girl, her Grandmother told her to be cautious of who she told her secrets to, who she revealed her identity to, and who she murdered.
But it's been years since then and Katelyn's now part of the biggest spy group in the world. Despite being undetected by the government, her and her unlikely group of friends stop as many murderers, rapists and terrorists as they can track.
But what they don't know is there's a new killer in their murder town, Kate Haisom, who is coming for them and who is coming for Katelyn Matthews.

A story about mental illness, trust, desire and power. 
A world in which there is no right and wrong, and no true concept of reality.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.