American Assassin Novels & Stories

I suggested. Both of us contributed $100,000 each and hired an assassin! The assassin was a taxi driver in his fifties who had been diagnosed with liver cancer a few months ago and only had six months to live. He was determined to leave some money for his wife and children. He was a perfect fit for this job. Soon, we arrived at Ramos’ residence! “Ramos, what’s your plan? It's been so long. Do you still want to make money?” I repeated Mia’s words.

I grabbed a heavy iron desk lamp, holding it tight in my trembling hands. The steel door was kicked open with a deafening crash, bouncing off the wall. A tall, broad figure stepped through the thick smoke, holding a silenced pistol. He wore dark gear without any badges, his face was covered by a black mask. His cold, calculating eyes scanned the dim room until they locked directly onto me. "Noelle Grayson," the assassin rasped. He lowered his weapon slightly, stepping toward me with terrifying speed. "Volkov sends his regards." Before I could swing the iron lamp, the assassin lunged forward, grabbing my wrists with iron strength and twisting the lamp out of my hands. He shoved me against the

The heavy iron frame crashed directly into the observation deck, smashing into the control console and sending a blinding shower of electrical sparks into the dark room. The assassin dove to the left, his trench coat billowing behind her as he rolled across the floor with professional, calculated agility. He brought his pistol up again, his dark eyes entirely vacant as he locked his target back into his sights. But Alexander was already crossing the threshold of the broken glass. He did not care about the electrical fires spiking around his bare feet. He did not care about the agonizing, blinding heat of the silver scars pulling at his collarbone. He was no longer a corporate billionaire or

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

He placed the MacBook carefully on the table and took his seat also, he connected the flash drive to the computer and began to look through what this case really entailed and what he just signed up for. In terrorizing and no one had any idea if it was a male or a female. Or if it's just a one-person thing or it's a group. Everyone has concluded it's a group effort thing, only one person can't pull this off and keep on getting away with it for such a long time. And Jasper couldn't help but wonder what the Sioux Falls detectives have been doing all the while?!, The only thing they knew was the assassin was a female. The file also contained a list of families and houses this assassin had attack

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of hungry hyenas. With the lights focusing on her, there was no escape. The only path to survival was through them. Amber's eyes burned with determination as she charged forward. Her dagger slashed through the neck of the nearest assassin, a swift and brutal strike. She moved with desperate precision, aiming for vital points. Her unexpected ferocity startled the man, who had clearly underestimated her. His flashlight clattered to the ground, and blood gushed from his neck. Amber seized the opening, surging ahead without hesitation. After all, this might very well be her only chance. It

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.