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Julia Cindle cannot take anymore. This is the first part of her journey to make a better life for herself.
She's loved, she's hated. But as the Ultimate Assassin, what else can you expect? But will Someone go crazy and take it too far. Will Lasie live long enough to tell the tale of the Final Assassination?
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The entire building exploded.
Glass, debris and brick rained down on our heads, as if the world were officially coming down around us.
As if the Zom's weren't enough. As if being torn from my family - my parents, and friends, hadn't been enough. As if seeing those you trusted most being eaten alive, tortured or worse hadn't appeased whatver god that be. As if seeing my home in flames, lost to looters; ravaged by the lost and the free hadn't ripped open my every wound I'd gotten since this bloody outbreak started, wasn't good enough.
How much more will we lose before we're finally safe? Or until we finally give up?
Just how much can we - as the human race - take? We all break eventually.
this is my pov of how the earth will end (in my imagination)
A lovingly baked recipe for kids and adults of all ages.
Live is to short to let it pass by. But only if you are close to the edge, you will under that lives goes on and on. This story might help you to turn back from the edge.
A memoir based on memories of either dreams, or childish hallucinations, that have haunted me to this day.
Blood, Everywhere... The smell of death... all so faint, Spinning around me. The memory, so horrid, death everywhere, everyone, blood, faint, memory, d...e...a...t...h
when u come to the first end plese stop reading this is my first book so i dont know how to delete chapters
about zombies and stuff like that i dont want to tell you the rest because then you will compeletly know what the book is about
Julia Cindle cannot take anymore. This is the first part of her journey to make a better life for herself.
She's loved, she's hated. But as the Ultimate Assassin, what else can you expect? But will Someone go crazy and take it too far. Will Lasie live long enough to tell the tale of the Final Assassination?
dead poetry dead poetry dead poetry dead petry daed potry dead potry its amazing and cool potry that i made its awesome you have to read this
The entire building exploded.
Glass, debris and brick rained down on our heads, as if the world were officially coming down around us.
As if the Zom's weren't enough. As if being torn from my family - my parents, and friends, hadn't been enough. As if seeing those you trusted most being eaten alive, tortured or worse hadn't appeased whatver god that be. As if seeing my home in flames, lost to looters; ravaged by the lost and the free hadn't ripped open my every wound I'd gotten since this bloody outbreak started, wasn't good enough.
How much more will we lose before we're finally safe? Or until we finally give up?
Just how much can we - as the human race - take? We all break eventually.
this is my pov of how the earth will end (in my imagination)
A lovingly baked recipe for kids and adults of all ages.
Live is to short to let it pass by. But only if you are close to the edge, you will under that lives goes on and on. This story might help you to turn back from the edge.
A memoir based on memories of either dreams, or childish hallucinations, that have haunted me to this day.
Blood, Everywhere... The smell of death... all so faint, Spinning around me. The memory, so horrid, death everywhere, everyone, blood, faint, memory, d...e...a...t...h
when u come to the first end plese stop reading this is my first book so i dont know how to delete chapters
about zombies and stuff like that i dont want to tell you the rest because then you will compeletly know what the book is about