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Wild Flower

Wild Flower

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 18m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 3, 2021
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Fiction
Romance
Being a human is not just living and be happy along the way. It's more on existing with a purpose. If you don't know why you're here yet, you must read this story and let your heart decide what would it be. Every now and then, we need to cope up with those struggles we are about to face. Opportunities, responsibilities and everything. You must have plans, and you must observe every current happenings surround you. Every people you choose to be with, and every individual you want to be your friends, is important. Above all, you must be so desperate to uphold self-love. Because in the end, you have nothing, but YOURSELF. A woman in this story might getting hard to resist her thoughts, in her way of being involved in a judgmental society. To live is not just to exist. It is the other term to say, live your obligations. Let us now link ourselves in her journey of living in a daring society. :)))
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"I let him walk me through his whole plan to help me start a whole new life, like he was giving me directions to the nearest coffee shop. He made it sound just that easy. If only it was. I wouldn't keep finding the parts of my life, of myself, ripped to shreds. I wouldn't be left standing to try and put it all back together again. It had happened so many times very little of the girl I used to be remained, just whispers of ghosts in my soul were left." She was an assassin of the highest caliber, one of the best that exists, and she hunts and kills the world's most dangerous criminals. And she's only 23. No name, no identity, no proof that she exists. The only ones who could identify her are no longer of this earth. But it hadn't always been that way. She's proof that not all monsters are born, some are made. Then the one last shred of humanity that exists within her slips, and so does her target. Will the man she aimed to kill unravel her past? Will he finally piece all the broken parts of her together and find out how she became a killer? Not without the fight of both their lives.

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