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Wanted: Dead or Alive

Tác giả: Alex Morgan
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What is Wanted: Dead or Alive

Đọc tiểu thuyết Wanted: Dead or Alive của tác giả Alex Morgan được xuất bản trên WebNovel.Outlaw Curtis "Dawn" Conrad travels around the Valley Strip in search of a mysterious cowboy known only as "Midnight" in hopes that he could answer questions about why Curtis's horse is unlike any oth...

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Outlaw Curtis "Dawn" Conrad travels around the Valley Strip in search of a mysterious cowboy known only as "Midnight" in hopes that he could answer questions about why Curtis's horse is unlike any other, and to find out the truth about Midnight's power and identity. Along his way, he must face against the righteous Rangers, other Outlaws, the Government, and supernatural forces beyond explanation.

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Knock, Knock, It's Min-san!

Min-san opened her eyes. She was in a tiny room with shattered glass and broken soju bottles. Her legs were covered in bruises, purple ones and blue alike, and her school uniform was missing its name tag. Min-san wiped her eyes with a bruised hand and looked at the shadow above her. Her heartbeat skipped a beat as she trembled in fear. Appa. He stood there, half-naked, with his round belly hanging loosely over his ripped jeans. Appa brushed a smear of snot and drool off his face with his wrinkled hands. He looked at Min-san with revenge in his eyes. Appa wasn’t always like this. After the death of his son, Kim Chan-hee, who died shortly after being hit in the head with a baseball bat. The worst part was that Appa killed him. Appa had already gotten out of prison but he still felt resentment towards Eomma. So after Min-san refused to give him another beer, Appa had a reason to hit his daughter. “ You shouldn’t have been born! You know that?!” he screamed with his soju bottle gripped in his hands. “ Stop!” Eomma screamed and she rushed to hug Min-san. ‘Her apron smelled like kimchi’, thought Min-san as she appreciated the comfort. Eomma started to weep as Appa started to laugh. He tightened his grip and pretended to swing. “ Ah!” screamed Eomma. She hugged Min-san tighter but with so much delicateness that Min-san wanted to cry. " “ You. . .” Appa said and he grabbed the soju bottle and threw it at Eomma. Eomma screamed. Min-san closed her eyes. ‘ God, please kill him. Please.’ was the prayer that ranged in Min-san’s little head. ‘ Pretty please.’ Appa left the house with a loud bang. Min-san reopened her eyes. She looked around to make sure he had truly left and touched Eomma wet forehead. “ Run away, kkoch.” Eomma said and she smiled as Min-san started to cry. “ You are a perfect daughter, you know that? Don’t listen to him. He is just mad.” Eomma started to caress Min-san’s face. She sang, loud and clear, with her voice being the only beautiful thing in the dark, humid basement. " Min-san was killed. She doesn't who or where. But when she woke up as another 16-year-old girl she knows that it was for a reason...REVENGE.

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