His Little Assassin

First Arc Prologue "Are you ready for your first ever interview?" "... Is this really necessary?" I raised an eyebrow, shifting my attention from my camera to the beautiful young woman sitting leisurely in front of me. With a grin, I immediately replied, "Of course! This will be your very first story. Your fans would surely like to have a pre-interview with the main character of the newly posted and updated version of the book." Repositioning the angle of my camera, I murmured to myself, "It has been a few months since the last time I updated. I won't be too surprised if I were to lose readers by now." "Fans?" The young woman has a sarcastic look on her eyes as she smirks mockingly towards me, "We aren't even in the first chapter yet. How bold of you to directly lie to my face? We have no fans. Don't be delusional." I ignored my character's obvious displeasure and clasped my hands in excitement, "Seeing how you look dashing as ever, let's start the interview then!" Without

“They are worse than human scums.” — The plea. An aching sensation spread throughout Raven's system that made her frown. Coupled with the usual gazes from a few people in the hotel's first floor corridor, she was beginning to feel irritated at their stares and blood continuously dripping out of her fresh wound. A middle-aged woman even asked in goodwill if she needed medical attention, however Raven firmly refused, leaving the woman no room to finish her actions from calling the ambulance. They were worried, some were confused, while the others started to gossip about the young man who arrived at the hotel with clothes stained with blood. There were also those who were scared of bumping her as she looked suspicious, and the fact that this young fella was covered in blood made them think twice of helping out. It was a good thing that her room was on an exclusive floor meant for VIPs that restrict others from coming in, hence why Raven can finally sigh in relief as there’s now fa

“Love at first sight? Only fools would believe in those useless things.” A certain man raised an eyebrow, in which the other person quickly noticed but refused to acknowledge. – Captivated. Reese took pride in being second only to their boss in terms of intelligence among the eight idiots below him. It's his brain that has earned him this position, and he hates himself for allowing these hordes of walking bad luck to drag him into one of their idiotic games—which resulted him to this state, worried about the consequences that await them after this mission. Thus he was unable to function normally. Despite this, none of his internal turmoil was visible on the outside. He still managed to mask and hide his anxiety in the deepest recesses of his mind and did his job as the outlooker and brain of the team. "FBI! OPEN YOUR D---oh wait it's unlock.'' Despite his confusion, Paul twisted the knob open with his left hand after knowing it was not locked, his dominant one pointing a gun ahea

His green eyes glinted. Showing signs of interest to the person who he finds to be concealing his identity. There was something in this person’s brown eyes that made him unable to look away. As if there’s something in them that he needs to unearth, –that he wants to unearth. – Archilles. There was only one person reflecting on his calculating brown eyes. “I surprised you earlier, didn’t I? Haha. Sorry about that, I hope we can both forget what happened.” He watched as the person in front of him shyly scratched his exposed neck, wearing nothing but another pair of silky pajamas with mickey mouse printed all around them. He shifted his gaze away, the small smile hanging on his lips almost dropped at the sight of the apartment. “I hope I didn't offend sir…?” "Archilles. You can just call me Archilles." the man nodded gently, moving his gaze away from the chaotic sight and reaching out his hands. The golden ring wrapped around his middle finger glinted under the illuminescent

The New Team. Avyanna couldn't deny that the man did make her feel uneasy. He wasn't in her plans, and she never imagined that there would be a variable like him who could potentially derail her missions. He was aware that she was posing as someone else. Nonetheless, he chose not to push her any further. Perhaps, because he is certain he already got her. "Well, I guess we have to continue this conversation some other time as there are still matters that I need to attend to, unfortunately. I'd like to contact you at a later date to further discuss this contract. Many thanks for your time, Mister Moonlight." No. This is his way of saying he'll give her time to countermove; that she could take as much time as she needed to fight back or submit. Avyanna would never, ever allow something the latter to happen. *** The next day, a woman dressed in all-black cargo pants and a long-sleeved mock collar crop top, paired with black combat boots, a heavy black jacket, and sunglasses can be