The Worst Is You and I

The Worst Is You and I

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione lun, set 15, 2025
My left eye is shut closed while my other eye is wide open, looking through the small lense of the sniper that lies on my hands. I'm lying down, my hands have the weapon pointed exactly onto my target. My pointer finger curls around the curved trigger, waiting for the perfect opportunity to snipe the opposing enemy. As soon as the person in front of my target moved, my finger pressed down on the trigger, except... He was already lying dead. His body limped on the ground while deep red puddles around him. The person that was exceptionally in front of my target before I shot turned their head to look up at me. They had one eyepatch on while the other eye stared hard into mine. They were dressed in all black, breezing like a shadow in the midnight darkness. Their lips curved into a devilish smirk, one that slightly made me shudder. Then in a flash, they disappeared. I was upset and confused why that stranger killed my opposing enemy. And I was destined to find out, one way or another. Valeria Rosila didn't plan on being Sniper. She had a dream of what her future would look like. Being a defense attorney was her top priority. Until one night, her parents found out about her liking towards the same gender and sent her away to the military at the age of 18. After serving for five years, she's changed into a completely different person. She's serious, cold and doesn't take bullshit from anyone. After the military, she decided to become a sniper to destroy the ones who ruin others' lives. Reine Bérénice is one of the most skilled Assassins in the country. She was always told to take down the enemies before they take you down. Due to her rough childhood, she is hot and hard headed and always makes sure to do her missions correctly. One day, Valeria Rosila and Reine Bérénice are asked on a mission to partner up and take down the biggest Drug Lord in history. They didn't know they'd be in a ride full of hate, war, lust, conflict and control. But also...love.
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