Hey y'all. Its Celenia here. Sorry for not updating in soooo long. Anyway here is my newest story. Sorry for the shortness of the prologue. The other chapters will be longer. Promise! Hope you enjoy the story.
The blade was sharp. No one could deny Liselle that; she had spent four years sharpening that blade. Sure her hands were battered and bruised now, but once she completed her mission she would have unimaginable wealth. No one would laugh at the state if her hands then.
That last thought brought a strong burst of anger to her head. And that burst of rage made her limbs entangle and splay awkwardly.
"Relax," she told herself hurriedly. Relax and everything will be fine. Relax and breathe normally. Relax and watch the sharpened blade of the dagger dance hynotizingly across your hand, thirsty for blood.
Liselle Evans wasn't a murderer. But that would all change tonight, in the luxurious set of the White House.
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