Evanescent
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I'd say I live up to my name:
Amelie Kills
It's not very flattering, but I find it funny how my last name is coincidentally "Kills". After all, I won't hesitate to do what has to be done. Even if there's blood on my hands.
I was never like this before. If anything, I never knew my life was gonna be like this.
But you know what they say: "expect the unexpected".
*not a werewolf story (thought I should say that bc of the cover)*
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