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Shattered

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Reads 41
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Parts 2
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Mature

Everyone in the world has something special, like Painting, Hunting, Singing or anything else, But Salt isn't like anyone else. Salt is a Killing machine, who kills for a living.

She wasn't always like this. Her cruel past had shaped her up to be a ruthless killer. She doesn't work alone. She and her partner Williams have a group of assassin, who work to get rid of anyone, who is a danger to society. They don't kill for fun, they do it so innocent people won't get killed.

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Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] by WinterWillow901

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

Mistakes by Nellyyyyy

Willow was a normal 14 year old girl. She went to school, got good grades, was what her class mates called..'teachers pet'.. and loved life in general. It all changed though when she did something that changed her life forever, something that she would never be able to forget. Now five years have past and she's still on the run. Hiding in the new city might be the only safe place. But is it? Hiding is her speciality but can she hide forever? Will she ever be able to just rest? Have peace with herself? Will anyone?

Secrets (S.W.A.T. / One Chicago Fanfiction) by muskokagirl204

Detective Willow Kay is the oldest daughter of S.W.A.T Sergeant David Kay. For the past 3 months, Willow moved to Chicago and took a job in a specialized unit in the Chicago Police Department; known as the Intelligence Unit. After making the move 2,000 miles away from home, Willow begins to question if taking the Detective job was the right call for her; after hearing rumors that her boss was a dirty cop, who took bribes, looked the other way, and didn't like to follow the rules. After months with the unit, she saw some firsthand things that made her question everything she stood for. During a visit home, her parents and friends could clearly see a change in her behavior since Willow took the Detective job and moved to Chicago. Whenever they would ask she told them everything was fine. Between the reason she moved out of L.A. and her spiritual and moral compass being tested, Willow felt stuck at a crossroads, she couldn't escape. **Content Warning** This Book Contains: -Swearing -Religion (Adding this only because not everyone is Religious) -Blood + Violence -Sexual Assault (Minimal detail I don't want to trigger anyone) -Workplace Harassment -Crime Scenes -Gun, Alcohol & Drug Use -Intimate Sex Scenes & More...

Burning Willow by rain9939

"You were the moon. All this time. And he was always there to make you shine." "Was he the sun?" "No, honey, he was the darkness." ××× A murder. A victim. A killer on the loose. A businessman's beautiful daughter. And a boy on the run. She was always sweet and practical. A girl who loved and appreciated. A girl who had her life set for her. He was anything but. He might as well have had the word 'antipathy' tattooed on his forehead. Of course, opposites attract. But would he be the puzzle piece that completed her, or the fire that consumed her and left nothing but ashes? ×××

Misery → Robert Downey Jr Fanfic.[EDITING ] by remoh1999

* EDITING * How is it like to be someone's misery? Yes, he caused her misery, not intentionally though. He didn't even know her then. But now, It's different. He is the arrogant, self-obsessed mighty agent. She... Well, she is someone who is full of rage and grief over her parents' death. She is here for revenge. Choices they made changed the paths they took. It was his mistakes and her blinding desire for revenge. A risk of one final battle against BLACK, the most powerful terrorist organization. A battle which is known for one, and only one ending. A journey they were obligated yet willed to take. A journey of falling, denying, broken hearts, unspoken truth, betrayal, running away and most importantly, Loss. Her best friend, he loved her. His heart obligated him to take the path she chose for herself with her. But along the way, he realized he had to let her go. To let her choose to break her heart by herself. *********** PG-13, May contain violence and strong language.

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Sitting Ducks by RachelJessie

Everyone has a different view on life. For example, when you see someone dead, you never say they deserved it. Even if you hate their guts there are always tears on your behalf. That makes you weak. When I see a dead person, I'm either patting myself on the back saying good job, or thinking good riddance. That person was probably a criminal, or some dirtbag that was on a list. If you're a target, you're on one too. Elise is a murderer simple as that. She’s killed, many people, and by the time you know about her, you’re six feet under. When a corporation aimed at the justice of criminals comes after her, she has no choice but to flee. Elise has always been one to fight, but not anymore. Running around in circles, Elise trusts the wrong and right people, and turns herself into something she can't afford to be. A sitting duck. Cover by JaneSilver16

Mad Temptation by KalyxIole

For years, Aubrey Evergreen. Wants to investigate who killed her parents. But years after, she believed that they were killed in a car accident. Now, she was left alone in her parents' mansion along with the butler that took care of her ever since they died. Now they both are in the mystery world that is full of mystery and supernatural. She believed her Butler could be her hero. Everything she wanted was in him. But she didn't know his darkest secrets that he hid all his life. The darkest secrets that could be answers to all of her investigations. What would happen? Would this turn out to be a good thing or end up a bad thing? ~~~~~~ Aubrey: You lied to me...you lied to me...! You....you were the one that...that- ???: I saved your life. I saved you from that accident! I saved you from bleeding to death and slowly, painfully dying, and all I get in return, is you saying how much you hate me?! I saved your life, and this is how you thank me? Screaming and yelling at me?! Aubrey: Shut up! Just shut up! She yelled, tears falling endlessly and gripping her hair and pacing back and forth. Crying out loudly. Not believing him. How? Why? Just why? ???: Oh dear Aubrey...my dear Lady.... He approached her with slow steps. She froze when she felt his breath on her nape and fingers tracing her arm. His lips inches away from her ear. ???: You owe me so much. You owe me....your soul. Now you have a choice, it's either you accept me, love me, choose to be with me forever, or you suffer a painful consequence. No one will be there to save you. I won't be there...to save you. She shivered at that word. She cried out helplessly. He smirked knowing damn well she needs him. Aubrey: I will never.... ???: You don't have a choice. Would this end up well? Or bad? Aubrey's life is on the line. What will happen? Would this end up well? Or would it end up...Hell?

After Curfew by SlytherinAfff

Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.

Her Dark Side by AcaciaPage

Just a glance. That's all it was. Now she's wishing she never had. Willow is an exemplary example of a spy. The best one around. But when she peeks into the folder of the one criminal she's supposed to steer clear of, everything begins to change, she starts to lose herself and just that one glance of the folder pushes her into a whole new depth of mystery solving. Suddenly their rival criminal gang are on her tail and she has to run. But her time is limited and when she realises there's only so much time until you have to face the consequences of your actions, everything has already begun to fall apart.

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Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] cover

Secrets (S.W.A.T. / One Chicago Fanfiction) cover

Burning Willow cover

Misery → Robert Downey Jr Fanfic.[EDITING ] cover

The experiment. cover

Sitting Ducks cover

Mad Temptation cover

After Curfew cover

Her Dark Side cover

Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross]

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)