Asesino Novels & Stories

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

Im curious as to whats going on in his head, I muster up the courage to ask, "Whats on your mind? You look like you got wheels turning in head whats up?" He said nothing just looked at me. My gut started stirring and my palms began to sweat. No one makes Ferro nervous, but I know Roman is a cold blooded killer, worse than me. I kill to protect, Roman and his cousin Khan kill for enjoyment. They were some sick and twisted bastards. "You've grown quite fond of our little assassin huh? I mean I cant blame you, she blossomed into a real woman eh?" his voice got husky and was laced with lust.

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

Mayor Johnson couldn't believe his eyes; Jane had finally caught the assassin and it was shocking that it took her only a day. "Once again, I greet everyone present here. My name is Jane and I am handling the assassin's case. I deemed it fit to publicly interrogate the criminal here who has caused pain to everyone in Gold city for sometime now" Jane stated and then turned to face the assassin who had been quiet all the while. "Tell us your full name" Jane asked her first question to him. The assassin looked up at Jane and then at the camera men taking pictures of him. "My name is Carl Anderson and like she rightly indicated, I have been a terrorist all this years in Gold City" he stated with

First Victim: Analise Nesperato, 18 years old. He has curly red hair and green eyes. On probation period for three weeks. The last known associates are the following: Lestine, and Magda. Last seen, walking alone back to the barracks around ten in the evening after having drinks with Delta Selene and Delta Vicky. By eleven roll calls, she never showed up. She was found two days later beside a ravine naked, sliced open from her neck to her privates. All her internal organs are complete and intact.

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

Wolferan blinked and spoke, “I feel there is no need to ask what I already know besides the only question that I have that has to do with your kills is why did you kill only bad people.” Leanunya frowned, “seriously? You just don't have any questions? Why not?” Wolferan spoke, “I already know how you killed each person. You kill everyone the same way except with those you get into a fight with. You kill them by slitting their throat during the night. I just don't know why and so that is my only question.” She looked at him and asked, “why is that important?”

“I’m sure Jaxon and baby Hunter will love it. Just keep me updated.” “Sounds good,” she replies cheerfully. “We’ll talk later.” Once she disconnects, I sort through the information on the laptop. Emotion wells up in my chest as I read through the events that occurred that night. Micah was pretty thorough. Jaw tight, I review the pictures of the men Micah assassinated that night. I never asked him how he did it. I guess I didn’t want to know. But seeing the men’s lifeless bodies lying around a room as if they are asleep elevates my respect for what Micah does. For some reason, I assumed he went in guns blazing and shot each man. Or that he cut their throats with the nasty blade I saw him hold

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

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.