Asesino นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Someone?" "An assassin," Noel replied casually. "Clean jobs. Discreet. No trails." Vincenzo tilted his head slowly. "How do you…" "Don't ask," Noel cut in with a smirk. Vincenzo's jaw tightened. "Is he a guy?" Noel gave him a slow, deliberate look. "Is that really the most important detail here?" Vincenzo muttered something under his breath and rubbed his temple. Noel grinned. "Relax. He won't flirt with me. Probably."

I slowly wrap my hand around the hilt of the knife strapped to my back. "She is reaching for her knife!" One of the assassins behind me yells. I recognize his voice. His name is Frank, and he is the absolute worst assassin that Faris put on his payroll. "Oh, shut up, Frank," I yell as I turn and throw the knife in his direction. It sticks out of his chest, and he stumbles back against the wall. "This is why no one likes you," I mumble. "She just killed Frank," one of the other men says.

“Nina?” “An ancient assassin, she was killed based on Ryker’s orders after a trick that we pulled on her after she had lost her mind to her revenge. Regardless of the training that she once got, seeing Ryker in front of her almost every day made her lose her senses in wanting to get him killed regardless of the cost, and that would have cost my or Ezio’s lives” I said, explaining the situation. "And you chose your lives over hers?” She asked. I looked down at my feet before nodding.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

They're only interested in the riches they're going to get and the fuck they can give. I've been prowling around the pack for several days and crossed the borders several times, but I can't get close enough to finding the future Luna. I want to see this boy before I kill him. When I went beyond the border today and because I was thirsty, I approached the river, being uncovered. I didn't expect to see a pup crying, naked, by the riverside. When he looked at me, I knew who he was. It felt like Mary was there looking at me. I quickly formed a lie and exchanged a few words with the kid. He told me his name was Angel and that the whole pack hated him because he rejected his mate. Too bad, when I

she said, and I understood her. "Don't worry. If his brother will be able to track me down, you will be lucky," I said. "I know that girl," she said. I looked at her face, and I knew that she wished he would find me soon. Today's event played in my head, and I smiled. I enjoyed myself with him. He is not the enemy. His father was one of the people who trusted me with their dirty work when I became an assassin. It was because of him I was here. News about an assassin called The Poison working for the Italian Mafia had spread fast, making me earn more jobs. That is how I became famous. As years passed, I became the most feared and dangerous assassin. I am grateful because of him. I will always

She had seen Caleb many times on television as the MD, but Cassian Holt was a different story altogether. Cassian Holt was a name that sparked both fear and admiration in the business world. Known for his unmatched influence and ruthless efficiency, he earned the title of an assassin for his precise and cold approach to eliminating obstacles. No one had ever seen his face—his true identity was a complete mystery. This secrecy only added to his fearsome reputation, making him a shadowy figure whose mere mention could unsettle even the most confident. Those who crossed him or fell into his web of influence often faced severe, unseen consequences.

This is what I asked for. "Leslie," he says softly like someone I know has died, but realistically, there isn't much of a difference in this. "I don't understand," I say again, but I do understand. I just refuse to believe. "This...this isn't...w-why is Alejandro in these he...he wouldn't do this?" "His real name is Luís Mateo Velasquez," Isaac tells me. "And he's been an assassin for the Medellin drug cartel since he was sixteen-years-old."

Alessio shook with fear in his seat. One look at the man in front of him could send a man pissing his pants. The tension in the room thickened as Alessio stared at him hard, his cheekbone ticking every second. “I have one question for you, and I want you to answer me truthfully.” the Anonymous man said without a smile. Alessio nodded multiple times in agreement. He was in a state of monumental shock. “Were you involved in the death of Mateo Verrilli?”