American Assassin Novels & Stories

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

After handing the plates over to some nurses, I went back to the room but just as I held the door handle and was about to push in, I heard Phil say, "We've identified the person who shot you. His name is Karl Leadman, a twenty seven years old assassin from Rome who under the orders of some Viktor Soktos, the head of an underworld gang, the costa Nostra, an Italian mob, who was sent to kill a certain Mariano and bring him to justice for the deaths of the Lorenzo brothers, Luciano and Marco Lorenzo." I gasped. Oh my God.

She watches the man, his face, his expression, and the sinister smile that made her sick in her stomach. Brushing Dimitrios's hands off her shoulder she ran in front where the John was standing in front of the hanging and battered body. Derek's eyes were almost drooping but he didn't miss the chance to watch her pulling out the revolver from its holster of John. John was quick enough to grab a hold of Iris before she pulled the trigger pointing the gun at Derek. A strange smile appeared on his face watching the little girl acting like an assassin suddenly. "An assassin always remains an assassin." He mumbled with great difficulty but couldn't complete when another punch landed on his face an

"Mission report." With cold glacier eyes, the woman placed a folder towards the man sitting at the front of her. "Oh its done, well that was early." "I know." She simply responded before turning her back towards him and walked towards the door but before she could even get the chance to turn the handle she felt something cold piercing her stomach making it numb, looking down only to find a sword pierced from her back to her front and that's not all the weapon that pierced her was none other than her most beloved weapon which accompanied her from her thousands of massacres.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

“So, what’s it gonna be, huh? Three million dollars or your funeral?” He said it like he was asking someone to pick between coffee or tea. The assassin grinned widely, exposing a chipped tooth. “I’ll settle for the money—” Bang! The sound shattered through the room like a plane crash. My ears rang and my heart dropped. I screamed and shoved the bed cover over my head. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Denver's voice drawled. My hands shook vigorously as I pulled the cover down. My eyelids fluttered open and I was greeted by the sight of the assassin’s body dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. A pool of blood spread fast across the tiles, staining everything in red.

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Thane explained. ‘That explains why he didn't cover his face when he took Aria.’ Alessa thought. “Who are you?” Alessa asked. He looked up at her and slowly laughed. “Alessa. The killer who took out thirty men in two minutes without a scratch, she pulls the trigger faster than anyone. Smart, pretty.” “Sexy,” he added and laughed out loud. He doesn't look Russian, Mexican, or Italian, he was an American which confused her more. No American has ever been after her.