Romans & histoires Assassin Ghost

" He reprimanded me and told me to get out of the car as soon as possible. “Ah sorry sir!” I said and immediately got of the car and went back to get inside the driver seat. I instantly started the car and drove away from the hospital parking lot. Unknown POV "Wait, what did you say?! " I pestered him again, hoping to confirm that what I had heard was correct. "The assassin failed to assassinate Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace, and our assassin was also slain in the operation," he reported to me again. “What?! You said the assassin you hired was the greatest, but instead of executing that jerk, he was the one who died?! " I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively.

Elina POV The car was too quiet. Too still. As if the silence itself feared him. I sat pressed against the door, heart beating so loud it echoed in my ears. Aziel Valerie King. The name alone sent chills down spines in the underground. They said he was the ghost behind a hundred assassinations, the architect of gang wars that left the entire group extinct. The man who smiled while blood spilled at his feet. They said Aziel didn’t just kill, he erased them from the face of earth. And I’d watched it happen. No hesitation, no flicker of humanity..just a bullet and silence.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

She knew that she should have listened to Alex and stayed at home. “F*ck, Ghost, you damn pervert! This is not time for you to look for women, get your *ss back here!” “Finish these two men off first!” Among the assassins, a bald man, who was covered in tattoos and wearing a skull mask, angrily said. “Oh, you bald old man. You guys are too weak, you have not captured them till now!” Ghost said nonchalantly. After slamming Beatrice hard onto his shoulders, he continued to walk forward step by step with a smirk on his face.

Marco quickly raised both hands in surrender, "I come in peace and I come with a deal. I have a way to tackle Andrea in order for you to take over Gabriel Accardo's Empire." "And what exactly made you think I'll care about your lousy plan?" She scoffed, piercing him deeper with the knife. "I know what you're thinking about Andrea. But I'm here to tell you not to underestimate her." He informed, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?" "I don't know if you know her, but there's a famous assassin called Ghost. She's swift and adept in combat skills. Although indisposed at the moment, she'll be back to help Andrea as soon as possible." Marco said with a smile.

Flashing red and blue lights painted everything in harsh color. “Residents of Lawson City woke up to horror today,” she said, voice tight. “The mysterious assassin known only as ‘Ghost’ has struck again.” I leaned back, arms crossing over my chest. They always said the name like I was something unreal. A myth. A shadow with no skin. I’m just a man. “Authorities currently have no leads,” she continued. “No suspect description.” Of course they don’t. My phone rang. Unknown number. I answered but said nothing.

she cried out, her voice barely audible over the roar of the guns. ​She stepped out from behind the server rack, her silhouette a dark blur in the smoke. She was running toward the crate where Roman was pinned down, her arm outstretched, the small silver drive glinting in the flickering strobe light of the muzzle flashes. ​Arthur Blackwood, blinded by the smoke and his own manic rage, saw a figure rushing toward his target. He saw a dark shape moving through the mist, coming at the spot where he knew Roman was hiding. To Arthur, it wasn't his daughter. It was one of the Ghost’s assassins coming to finish the job.

He would’ve killed the man right there if he wasn’t trying to let me take the lead. “What do you know about me?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Well, you’re the daughter of the American mafia leader, and you’re rich. Getting this title without even deserving it.” My lips twitched—just slightly. “Well, you know absolutely nothing about me,” I said. He scoffed. “Well, I’m not scared of you.” Whispers rippled through the room. People were tense. Nervous. Because they knew something the man clearly didn’t. Only my father and a handful of his most trusted men knew I was The Ghost—the anonymous assassin who had killed more leaders, traitors, and criminals than any man in this room. A myth to many. A

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

The pressure piled on in crushing layers, bearing down on Ashton's shoulders like a mountain. Centered on the building, a sealed barrier formed rapidly, blocking Ashton's escape. "Who dares run amok in the Assassin's Guild?" From the darkness, a hoarse voice rose like a ghost. "The Legion's deputy head, codename—Grim Reaper," Ashton answered. He spread his spiritual consciousness, locking onto every assassin hidden in the building. The Assassin's Guild was notorious. Anyone who was one of theirs had blood on their hands, so there was no chance of Ashton picking the wrong target.