Assassin Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

He tucked my hair behind my ear and placed his hands underneath my jaw and lifted my head up to look at him. "Do you know what I like about you? Or why I recruited you?" He asked and I nodded my head. Damon carried a strong mafia aura that was impossible to dismiss. He let go of my face and smiled at me. His eyes made contact with mine and I felt myself lose my breathe. "You reeked of revenge, you has hate in your heart and I could see you wanted blood to spill, I knew you would have been perfect, The perfect assassin. And a beauty," He complimented.

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

she chuckled She was behind the assassin in a blur, slitting his throat before he could make a sound. She left the body on the thick tree branch and moved to her next target. One after another she was slitting the throats of the assassins that were hidden. Nobody could fight her, and no one could find her. She jumped to a different tree, this time behind a new assassin. When the assassin turned around, she slid the dagger across his throat, creating a deep cut. Enough to exterminate any supernatural species. If a cut was made on a sensitive organ, her dagger would be enough to kill anyone. She picked up the body and threw it against a tree branch. She moved on to the next target and made a q

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

The assassin said coldly, "I kill only those who deserve it. I don't trouble the innocent." "You think you can kill me alone?" Chase asked, frowning. "I'm not alone," the assassin replied indifferently. At that moment, the space in the distance quivered as Chase's auras approached, carrying dreadful pressure. "What?!" The assassin's expression shifted dramatically. Without hesitation, he retracted his blade and fled. "You can't escape." Chase stepped forward, moving with such speed that he reached the assassin within moments. He blocked his path and swung his fist at the back of the assassin's head.

She kept on glaring at me with those big green eyes full of rage. "Liked it?" I asked her watching her defenseless and under my mercy. She should start learning that it was me who owned her. She should start dropping her attitude and useless stubbornness. "Continue guys." After hearing no reply from her I instructed my men to continue the leftover work. She didn't shout or ask for forgiveness but her eyes widened when she noticed my men bringing more buckets of cold water. One thing she understood was that I won't be lenient. "You can always ask for forgiveness and request me to stop." I gave her an option to break the pride she was carrying like a princess. She must know her place that an A

Black leather that had crimson chains wrapped into intricate designs, hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and sharp makeup that definitely made her look more intimidating than she already was. Granny Ayla looked like a fucking assassin. Oh yes. This outfit was intentional. Psychological warfare at its best. Show your enemies the threat that you were without even needing to utter a single fucking word. “It is so good to see you, my beautiful Ziyah,” she said, coming over and kissing her cheek before she turned her gaze to me. “Did you choose that shirt just for me? It shows off not only those yummy muscles but also those equally yummy tattoos.”

He looks nearly dangerous. As the assassin draws back to try and stab me again, I catch her scent. It’s definitely a female, and there’s a familiar edge to her smell, one I remember smelling just hours ago. It’s not the natural scent of the killer, as assassins always mask their natural scent, to hide who they are. But the scents are sweet and floral, very girly and innocent, and I realize I have smelled them before. On Jessie! The assassin carrie’s Jessie’s scent with them, they must have been around Jessie just recently! If I let this killer win, Jessie could be in danger!

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.