The Executioner 📝by📝btbeth

Story Highlights!

She was kidnapped and tortured at the age of 12. Presumed dead. Eight years later the whole world knows her as The Executioner. A merciless, ruthless, coldhearted killer. But is she really that heartless?
When countless lives are on the line she is forced to work with ZERO, a team of world known special agents, with a hotheaded and possessive captain.
Read to see what happens when the coldhearted, ruthless assasin joins a true brotherhood. Can someone who lost her faith in humanity learn how to trust and love again?
This is a story with a lot of action, humor and romance.
It’s written in two POVs. Enjoy lovelies, comment if you like it.

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by btbeth

I’ve been dead for eight years, now I’m a ghost. Nobody knows who I am, how I look, yet almost everyone knows about me. They fear me, as they should. They call me The Executioner.
I’ve always believed that you reap what you sow, that the consequences of your actions will eventually catch up with you. At least that is what I used to believe until life showed me that no matter what you’ve done, no matter how good of a person you’ve been your whole life, bad shit can happen to you, even if you don’t deserve it.
The lucky people of this world live in a happy bubble where they don’t know about the gruesome things that go on. They live in their two story house, with two kinds and a dog without a real care in the world. They don’t have to look constantly over their shoulder knowing that if they’re not diligent enough or they let their guard down, they might end up dead.
I used to be one of those people , until life got in the way. I used to be a kind, caring, catholic person. I believed in God and helped anyone who needed my help. But you see, when it came down to it, God didn’t help me. I’ve prayed for days on end, and do you know what that earned me? A real good beating from my captors.
So I guess you could see why I don’t believe in any form of God anymore, because at the end of the day all you have is yourself. It took me a while to realize that the only person whom I can trust and depend on is myself, but when I did, boy was everyone in for one hell of a ride.

To be continued



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