The Girl Behind The Trigger

The Girl Behind The Trigger

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~ UNDER EDITING AS OF APRIL 2019 ~ My name is Sophia or as the media has dubbed me, The Black Swan. I was born on the 3rd of January 1998. I am 19 years old. I was raised and trained as a professional killer. This is a story of the efforts of John Grant and his top CIA hit team and my efforts to evade them. This is a story of cat and mouse. The only unanswered question is who is the cat and who is the very unlucky mouse? [Approx 95,000 words]
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~Short story~ ~BOTHWELL BUSINESS~ ~18+~ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Casey has almost always been alone for the majority of her life. No friends and no family. And she's had enough. She quits her poorly paying job, gets involved with the god forsaken Bothwells and becomes a stripper. Because why not. But when Casey develops feelings towards the head of the Bothwell clan, things start to get Complicated. Casey knows she shouldn't, but she just can't help herself. All she wants is him. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I looked into his emerald green eyes that were hooded with lust, his body shielding mine from the splashing water, not managing to prevent me from getting wet though - that was his own doing. His eyes flickered between my lips and eyes, until I pulled his head down to connect our lips in a passionate slow kiss. Our tongues danced for dominance and his hands roamed free over my body. He lifted me up by my ass and positioned me against the wall, my legs locking around his torso.

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