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Feisty. Reserved. Icy. Sarielle Devon is the "Lone Wolf Princess" - or, the "Ice Princess" of her school. No one knows much about her - not even the few who are close to her. She's a normal girl...who's one of the top agents of the special task force at C.O.R.E. When the Black Order returns, everything changes. The stage is set. It begins. [EDITED MAR '17] (Cover credits to @hierarchy-) ----------------- PREVIEW ----------------- Sauntering into the private room was a captivating ravenette in leather, seamlessly exuding an air of confidence. Full lips quirked in a sultry smirk and mischief in her eyes, every single eye in the room was on her. Some of the men swallowed, a few leering and others indifferent or in lust. Women eyed her with scrutinizing and jealous gazes. "Is this the Don's party?" The female raised an eyebrow. A man stepped forward, "Yes. He's expecting us." "I see..." mused the female, her hands clasped behind her back, out of sight. She carefully pulled out a circular device from a pocket and pressed down the button with her thumb, holding it. 3. "If you would - " 2. "Please - " 1. "Follow me." 0. Smoke engulfed the room. "NOW!" Chaos ensued. ----- 10 minutes later On the ground, the man who had spoken just now glared at the raven-haired female, coughing out blood. "You - " A glint of silver. Pain. Full lips curled into a sharp smile. "The agency sends their regards."
Chapter 1: Sarielle Devon
