Hell's Personal Assassin: Book 1
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  • Reads 525,260
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  • Parts 58
  • Time 7h 59m
Complete, First published Dec 30, 2014
She just wanted a more interesting life.


That's it.


For her, the daily routine was simple:  wake up, school, study, sleep, repeat. 


Her life was absolutely plain to her, and she prayed for anyone out there to change it. 


But she should have more careful about what she wished for. 


Because all of a sudden the quiet girl that no one notices starts to... change.


Her hatred for everyone increases to the point where it's all she feels, her emotions start to wash away, her body becomes more powerful, and she starts getting more dangerous. 


That was her new beginning.


She's turned into a monster with no memory of who her human form was.


And she's not just any monster. 


She turns into Hell's personal assassin, a hunger for souls and a thirst for blood. 


But this is what she wanted, isn't it?


She asked for anyone out there to change her life, and make it more interesting. 


 And Satan decided to help her out with her request.






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*WARNING* if you don't like swearing or graphic scenes, please read at your own risk.


*WARNING* if you don't like reading sexual content, please don't read or read at your own risk. 


*WARNING* sarcasm and sick humor will be in it. Be prepared for madness.
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