Nobela ni authorvioletheart

Today was a shooting practice. Now, this part I thought I would enjoy, maybe because I was already good at it. The late-night training Jina pushed Misha to get me seems now will be worth it. Jina’s aim was decent at best, all her skill went into fighting, but this—this I was good at.My smugness was, however, short-lived.“Doesn’t matter what you have learned so far, forget all of it,” he said while handing me the gun. I rolled my eyes.“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”That just made me do it one more time. He huffed, one of those tired, insufferable huffs before he started to show me how to stand, correct my posture. I followed his instruction to the T.I raised my gun to the black sheet target several feet away and pulled the trigger. He watched me from behind and, no matter how correct my target hit, he would just say, “Again.”I lost count how many rounds happened and my shoulder started to ache. I didn’t wait for his “again” anymore. I kept reloading the gun and kept shooting until,

“Tommen got away again.”I closed my eyes, dread digging deep in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know how I should feel about this. There is one side that wants to get to him as soon as possible; on the other side, if Killian comes to know the full truth of him— I shuddered at the possibility.“Mila,” Killian’s voice coaxed me out of my thoughts. I can imagine the tenderness in his eyes, god, I want to see him.“Yes.”“Are you alright?” He asked“Yes,” I said softly, reassuringly but I can not muster anything.“I am sorry.”My heart clenched at his tone“Why are you apologizing?” I frowned.“I believe I have been a bit of over-confident,”“There is so many things we don’t know Killian,” I said, “I am not making your life any easier. You are doing a fine job, but he was hiding his true identity for two decades. It won’t be easy to catch him,” I said.This is also concerning. He manages to be one step ahead of us every time. Like he always knows where and when we are coming, or he knew

Now every puzzle piece fell into place. This was the answer to my question—why would Christen Meng help my father if he knew he was once the Shadow Knight—not just any Shadow Knight—he was at one point the heir of the half, but now it was mine. Christen Meng wanted his brother’s throne. He couldn’t do it alone without his support, something that could stand against Meng Shao—Meng Shao who was rarely seen. There was not even a photo of him, not in the most confidential database, not even deep in the dark web. Killian at one point became a public figure for the sake of appearance his grandfather wanted to give him, but Meng Shao—no one knew his story, and now Christen Meng wanted his throne.He was helping my father so he could take the Shadow Knight and then they both would move to take over Meng Shao.For all his help, this was what Tommen owed him.I sat back on my bed and I could hear Killian’s silence as I pieced it together from the other side.“So, now?” I asked. “We trace the c

"I can’t see you disappear behind a disguise," Killian's words were said with a bit of melancholy that I didn’t know he could possibly hold. When I asked him later why is that?"The more you master the identity you are wearing the more you lose yourself," he looked into my eyes steady, yet there was something chaotic about it too."It will slowly deconstruct your sense of identity."I know what he meant when I looked myself in the mirror that day, an almost sick kind of relief washed over me. Instead of my sea-green eyes I was looking back at the dark eyes. The brown skin, there was a mole on the side of the cheekbone. It wasn’t just a disguise it was a different skin… and it felt… wonderful.I am not Mila Anderson anymore."But who you are will, never change, " the familiar haunting voice came from my right and I whipped my head so quickly in the direction, my green eyes now morphed into a more icy and hardened look."Father," I whispered but it echoed in the void. I swallowed as a ch

I took a deep breath. “Yes,” I finally said. Finally reminding myself what was happening and where I am. This was the Transformation Room, as they call it—or for short, TR.The Transformation Room is actually a hall in the Shadow Knight base, with eight fluorescent white lights lighting up the whole room. I think at least a hundred people could fit in if they stood touching one another. The floor was white, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors replaced the walls. I would look around anywhere, and I would look right into my own green eyes.It was unsettling. I had never looked so much into my own eyes before. They stood out—reminding me every single time that I’m an Anderson. Those were the eyes of the man who… and the pictures in the white files flashed behind my eyes, turning a cold pit in my stomach.On my right side, there were lines of stands with all kinds of clothes and uniforms hanging. In front of me was a long table with salon seats lined against the mirror. There were makeup it

“You have an ABP on you, and there is a lookout for you everywhere. Adeline Anderson homicide is a high classified case, as of now,” Yusuf said as he stood in the office.“Therefore, transporting you to the headquarters is going to be challenging,” Bash said, standing beside Yusuf, his expression neutral and professional, but he briefly glanced at Killian before training his eyes back to me. “There are news and posters of you on every news channel.”“I am a suspect or declared a fugitive?” I asked, rolling my eyes and leaning back on the sofa.“Someone is clearly pushing for you to be found,” Killian said. He sat beside me, looking at me with an obvious look.“Great!” I scoffed. My father can’t wait to kill me. “What’s the plan then?” I asked.“The plan is to keep it low key,” Bash said.“Isn’t that the motto here?” I raised my eyebrow and looked at the three of them.“He also means that we have to work on a disguise, and your means of transport has to be unexpected,” Killian said. “An