Assassin Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I'd trusted Ava and for some reasons, everything went down the hill. A voice in my head kept asking why I was trusting Cassien so easily. And although I still hated his guts, I'm able to walk freely because of him. Who knows where I'd have ended up if his team didn't get me? Fuck, I didn't want to owe anyone. The plan was simple, straight forward and was supposed to be a piece of cake to execute. If not for the fact that I was going after one of the largest mafia in the city and a very dangerous person. My mind drifted back to the room where I'd woken up, with Cassien feets away from me. His worry stricken face and his beautiful blue eyes. I'd willingly give myself to swim in them. Cassien u

“I needed an alibi and a way out of the business scene for good. That doesn’t count. From now on, all my assassinations will be done discreetly.” The seriousness didn’t last long when Nash started chortling at the “d” word. Discreet it is. “Well, do your best. Let’s see how discreet you can be in a dress.” I groaned. Trust Rush and Ignacio not to spoil my plans. Nash would never let me live it down after I’ve done it. I need to be careful not to have my pictures taken wearing one or Nash will pin it up to the wall proudly like a father who received his daughter’s first hand-drawn portrait.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

The game had a plethora of characters to choose from: Warrior, Mage, Knight, Healer, and many more. Uji Quin chose the Assassin class once he got into the game, and spectators of the match frowned. The Assassin was capable of killing a player for every 10 steps it took; no one could survive the lethality. With the character’s agility and speed, one move would be able to empty his enemy’s health bar. Perhaps it was over for Charmine. How could she win?

“Of course I am here… Right when you need me the most. It seems like you are ready…” Azazel was truly a sight to behold, with his chiseled features and striking appearance that seemed to radiate power and danger. His jet-black hair was styled in a messy yet elegant way, falling over his forehead and framing his sharp cheekbones. His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance.

Of average height, but lean, and handsome, with his blonde hair falling across his forehead. But his eyes. They were dead eyes. Grey blue. Hard. Piers flicked a cigarette aside, exhaled smoke. “You’re not taking her. Not tonight.” The lead assassin didn’t speak. He just moved fast. The alley erupted into violence. Muzzle flashes lit up the dusk. The assassins were precise, surgical — trained killers. One of the Don’s men dropped, a crimson arc spraying across the wall behind him. Another took a round to the thigh but didn’t fall — he lunged with a switchblade, slashing at one assassin’s neck, narrowly missing.

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and

*Sigh* Currently, Axel was using his favourite assassin hero, Kayne, the most handsome hero in the game, having blue skin with his unclothed upper body covered in glowing gold tattoos. His red hair was in a single braid with a spear's head attached to it at the tip. His lower body had slightly loose black harem pants with a beaded belt. His hands had nothing but two wooden daggers. Not only was Kayne very expensive to buy, but he was also one of the top 5 hardest game characters to master.

No matter what he asked, he didn't say anything, seemed to have gone crazy, just kept screaming in fear. "Hmm, slaughtering Fair State didn't kill Ren, what an assassin with rules." The man curled his lips slightly, forming a wild enchanting curve. Not killing people is part of the mission and letting the opponent witness the whole process, which is extravagant enough. “Continue to check.” “Yes.” Kento reverently retreated, silently sweating, for some reason the boss was interested in such a brutal assassin. --- ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ----- --- H city airport, China.