Assassin Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

The diversity of immigrants in American sure had done their menus favor. I wasn’t picky, Assassins were trained to live on the edge, in rags, with crumbs in slums. Status, money, or kindred all melted away when you were on training to be a first-class murderer. This is one of my most exuberant covers so far.

Rage called but I didn't glance at him even once. I don't need him. I should convince myself that I don't need him. Neither of us fits on each other's lives, so we better cut our ties as soon as possible. I still want to pursue my mission but I don't know how I could bring myself to kill him after I realized my own feelings. But even if I could no longer kill him, it doesn't mean that we should be together. I will never have that kind of connection with a man. Love is a weakness and I refuse to have that kind of weakness. If I'd only live that life, I would rather be killed. "I'm not his real mate so there is no need to reject me. And yes, I'm an assassin from House of Spades. I won't deny t

He landed lightly on the ground just a few feet away from Aria. Tall. Dressed in dark armor. His face hidden beneath a hood. But his presence was cold and deadly. The warriors moved to surround him. The assassin didn't seem concerned. His gaze locked directly onto Aria. "So..." he said calmly. "There you are." Aria rose slowly, her silver eyes glowing faintly. "Who are you?" The assassin tilted his head slightly. "Just someone sent to test a legend." Without warning, he attacked. His speed shocked

Filled with pure happiness, she can't contain her excitement and lets out a joyful shriek, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck, drawing herself closer to me. Witnessing her slender and graceful figure, coupled with her lustrous, silky hair, it is undeniable that she possesses an unparalleled beauty. Among the countless women I have encountered throughout my life, she stands out as the epitome of elegance and allure. As an assassin, I have often found myself assuming roles that may not align with my personal preferences, but I am willing to go to great lengths to ensure the successful completion of my missions. My playful tone, laced with desire, “Can I come into your nest sweethea

With the flick of his hand, several fallen leaves floated up. He flicked his hand again. There were several grunts, and five more bodies dropped to the ground. In the span of a flick, he had killed them very easily. “He…” Right then, the onlookers fell silent. When Dustin showed his skills, it was enough to shake them all to their core. Dustin’s assassins were not typical ones, but high-level, expensive ones. Yet, they had been squashed like ants. “He’s so powerful!” Some of the onlookers looked solemn.

I arched an eyebrow in response, sensing the lingering reluctance of my proud pack members to accept outsiders, particularly those who attacked them, guiding their training. Blake remained stoic, unperturbed by my pack member's blatant disapproval. On the other hand, Idris couldn't hide his irritation, his features marred by annoyance. "I will first give you a simple introduction before going to the demonstrations." "The art of assassination takes on a mysterious and fascinating form. It's not merely about stealthily ending someone's life, it's a complex blend of cunning, precision, and the harnessing of supernatural abilities," although he was irritated, Idris religiously explained.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt. I needed a distraction from…everything. My body still throbbed, it wanted to be touched, it needed him. I needed him. I stood up, my resolution hardening. I wasn't just a billionaire; I was a woman who was tired of waiting for permission to feel alive. I sat up when he came out of the gym in the room He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black athletic shorts. His muscles were rigid, gleaming with a sheen of sweat