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The Queen of Assassins

Amiel was orphaned when she was fifteen. Her parents were the owner of the then-known largest mafia group that arose after the world fell in the year 2030. Her parent's death was framed as an accident, but Amiel knew they were murdered. Yet, with no evidence to prove her claim, no one believed her—saved one man. He goes by the name of Seven. Seven raised Amiel and trained her on how to be the perfect assassin. Soon, Amiel gained the reputation of being the queen of assassins. No one knew who she really was except for one: Wizardo, her mysterious comrade. They were the unbeatable duo. But Amiel had never seen Wizardo's face—a mystery she wished to solve. He was always just the voice that guided her in her assignments. A voice who comforted her in times she didn’t realize she needed comfort. A voice she desperately wanted to meet. -- DISCLAIMER: photo cover is not mine. Kudos to the artist

shrEk2o3 · Urban
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168 Chs

Unexpected

"A special agent?" I scoffed, throwing my head back and pinching the bridge of my nose. "Where did you even get the notion that I am one? What proof do you have?"

Jace held my gaze, looking confident with his claim.

"I know one when I see one."

"Oho!" I exclaimed. "Are you one then?"

"You keep evading the subject by throwing the questions I asked back to me."

"It's because you're not being honest. You want me to be, but you also have a boat load of secrets yourself. That doesn't feel right at all."

Pursing his lips, Jace blew out a sigh. He threw his hands in the air before getting back on his feet.

"You're leaving?" I raised one brow as I asked this.

Jace caught my gaze, smiling slyly.

"Why? Do you wish for me to stay longer?"

I was flabbergasted at his suggestion. My irritation escalated to the point that I would have lost my cool. But in times like this, I should remember to be level-headed.