The Book of Practical Kills

The Book of Practical Kills

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Project Bullet is the name of the government experiment that went under six years from the present day. Three guns were locked away, deep within a vault for safe keeping. Three guns that did more than just kill. Nero wakes up one day with no memory of his previous life and, according to the serial killer he wakes up next to, one of "Project Bullet's" guns in his hands. Now he's being chased down by a ruthless government, and his only method of defense- is killing himself. Every time he pulls the trigger, he wakes up with a new face, a new body; as a completely different person. And with the dead carcass of the last "person" he was right next to him. Accompanied by a twelve year old girl on the run who is smarter than she seems and the ghost of his dead brother following him, he must lurk in the shadows to avoid the law which has framed him for mass murder, all while carefully conspiring with the evil that hides him.
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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