American Assassin Novels & Stories

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

When the assassination happened, President Samuel Cooper was almost aghast that he would still tell this tale. Now that this happened to him, his killers must be associated with the murderer of the pope. "Do you really think this has something to do with His Holiness' death?" "Absolutely." "I thought the assassin will target my head." "Good thing you had nine lives." "Stop kidding me, Sarah!" Allison is the only daughter of the American president with his wife, Sarah. He had other affairs but he never had children aside from his spouse.

After shooting off five rounds Jonas bent down to reload, and before he could get all the bullets in he felt the press of a gun muzzle to his forehead. When Latinos calculated that the other assassin was using a revolver he began to monitor his rounds trying to figure out when he runs out and how long it takes him to reload on the third time he acted quickly and caught him while he was still reloading. Standing over the white rich man, Latinos couldn't help but gloat, a smug smirk across his lips.

He finally put it to good use. The assassin coughed as he finally managed to breathe. He looked behind him to identify his assailant, only to find out an unfamiliar person dressed in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. He was wearing black, rectangle glasses, and his hair was unkempt. Jay also noticed blood pouring out of his nose. Where the f*ck did this dude come from??? "Aish… how I hate blood…" The man murmured to himself. "What was that?" Jay immediately smacked his mouth for uttering such a dumb question. He just couldn't sit still when someone in front of him said something he couldn't hear!

My heart race increased when the thought that they actually wanted to kill us all came in mind. I turned back to look at the armed men who were just ordered to shoot. The shock on their faces made me know they weren't the ones who shot the gun. "Sandra." Fred said. "One more word and I'll blow off your head." She said with a glare. "Hands above your head." Someone else said. The police. Earlier that day. ~KELVIN~ "This is no use. I can't track it." Solomon groaned out. "David we have to find another..." I turned then trialed off.

With that she removed her masks and Jessica was shocked to see the person in front of her "You? Why you are doing this?" "Shhhh.. You know who really I am ?.. let me tell you.. I am the most beautiful and merciless assassin in whole Russia." Jessica shivered. She than heard her sinister voice. "Good bye Jessica. Rest well there." She pulled knife from under her boots and stabbed it on her throat. Blood oozed out of her neck and Jessica died at the spot. At the same time Margaret entered the house and run towards Jessica's room.

I paced in my cell waiting for confirmation that my order had gone out. “Marcus. Kill him.” I ordered the moment the medic confirmed someone had received my message. “Sir? Please no!” the man begged. “He will talk. There is a reason medics aren’t in the field. They can’t be trusted to keep secrets under pressure. Now, kill him.” Marcus moved toward the medic, the limited space in the cell leaving him nowhere to run. The man’s pleas were cut off in short order when my assassin ripped his throat out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as the body fell to the floor.

Seeing this, the other assassin immediately told them everything. The mastermind was John Rockefeller. Alex’s eyes were as chilling as a storm. “Let’s head towards Rockefeller Manor, we’ll make him pay!” \

A smug grin played upon her lips as she thought, "Marriane, you've truly provoked the wrong person, and I guarantee you'll never open that stupid mouth of yours. I will make sure you never talk again. I will teach you a real lesson for talking I'll of my mother. A notification chimed on her phone, capturing her attention. She swiftly checked the message, sent by her assistant. "Boss, you've received an offer. Mr. Rich wants you to eliminate this man," the message conveyed. Attached was a picture of a middle-aged man with a cold demeanor and intricate body tattoos. "What's the price?" she inquired. "Five hundred thousand dollars." "Impressive. Gather more information about the target; the job