They trained him to be a weapon. They never expected him to think for himself.

Sam has spent his entire life obeying. Conditioned to kill, trained to trust no one, he has followed his uncle’s commands without hesitation. Survival demanded it. But when a ghost from his past resurfaces, the foundation of his world begins to crack. 

His life was governed by one unbreakable rule:

“Trust no one. Be alert. Show NO mercy to the guilty.”

But what happens when guilt is no longer black and white? When the people who shaped him turn out to be the very ones who have been manipulating him all along? Loyalties blur. Truths unravel. And betrayal lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike.

Betrayal demands blood. But whose?

It’s supposed to be unforgivable. But when the ultimate betrayal comes from within, will Sam break free—or become exactly what they always intended him to be?

As the walls close in and the truth unravels, Sam must decide if he will keep running from the past—or turn and face the monster they made him. Because in the end, the question is no longer whether he can survive.

It’s whether he was ever meant to.

The line between justice and vengeance has never been thinner. And for the first time in a long time, Sam isn’t sure if he’s on the right side of it.

He Was Raised An Assassin (A B.E.E.S Original)

Quite an intriguing story you have there author. The mysteries surrounding Sam are making me curious and drawn more. Moreover, love the understandable language. Not too deep and not too simple. Just perfect. Looking forward to more of the story.

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Personal Review
This story started off as just that—a story. A random plot I thought would be cool. I opened a blank page with zero expectations, just a fun idea about a mysterious school, a deadly mission, and a boy named Sam who was built to survive, not feel. I didn’t realize I was starting something that would slowly consume me in the best way.

At first, I was just vibing—throwing in action scenes, cryptic characters, suspense, the usual cool stuff. But somewhere between the chapters, the story stopped being “just for fun.” It became personal. Real personal. I was writing about a boy who’d been hardened by pain, trained to kill, but haunted by a past he couldn’t outrun. And while Sam was unraveling memories he tried to bury, I started uncovering pieces of myself too.

That one scene where Sam breaks down outside the school? I didn’t plan for that. It just happened. Almost like he decided to take the wheel and I was just there to type it out. And Connor? Don’t even get me started. I thought he’d just be a side character… now he’s holding secrets that could flip the entire story on its head.

What began as a hobby turned into something I genuinely care about. This book became my safe place, my late-night escape, my emotional punching bag, and my little rebellion against stories that play it safe. It’s messy. It’s raw. It’s full of pain, confusion, and those rare moments of hope that hit harder because you barely expect them.

So yeah, I started this book for fun—but somewhere along the way, it became more than a story.

It became mine.