Romans & histoires Assassin Harry Potter Fanfiction

A man without life in his eyes, without emotion or humanity. Just a pristine, neat version of Chaos. “Hello, Aurora.” Marcus said politely, stepping inside with Assassin on his heels. The Assassin’s cold magic sliced into my own, searing my skin and making my already weak body feel that much worse. My legs finally gave out, and I crumpled to the pale carpet that sat on the floor.

Ava was stunned, she never expected this, she looked at him with pure shock in her eyes, while only hate and anger is visible in Harry's eyes, he didnt even wait for any response from as he attracted her neck, she was stunned but he was not leaving love mark there, but he bitting her neck, where he was not gentle but being like a vampire, who is getting blood out from her neck, while the blood started to fellow from her neck, he started to bite everywhere he can see, she started to cry in pain, she never expected that Harry will behave like this with him, when she was above to push him off, she was laid down on the table by Harry, the hate and anger didnt leave his eyes, while she started to

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

“ Fuck, Dean, she’d feel amazing around my cock. That’s a vice grip right there, damn.” “Step aside,” Harry hissed, itching to get his hands on her. When Manny stepped forward, he placed a hand over her soft plump ass cheeks. He groaned at how soft she felt and spanked her ass hard. She yelped, surging forward but quickly returning to her initial position.

I was jealous. Harlow pulled out the next plan in case the first one didn’t run smoothly. The men just watched her point at various spots on the map and nod occasionally. It was as if this was second nature to them. I understood that they were assassins, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they were so ok with killing. I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over my chest, and I just watched the scene. It was almost as if the werewolves weren’t even needed. They were going to take care of the situation. We were just the bait.

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

Brrrr. By the way, it was his idea to invite you over. Don't forget to say thank you when he arrives. He likes them all at first ... but then he inevitably realizes what kind of dirty whores you are! And then I'll gut them! Harry's voice rose, and Kit shuddered—he was about to attack her! The heart was not beating - it was galloping, beating a crazy drummanbass against the sternum. God help me! Harry noticed her reflex movement and grinned, pleased. Afraid… they are all afraid. HE is the God and the devil here, the judge and the executioner, and when he wants to, he will wrap her guts around a light bulb. Easily. HE can't do that yet.

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

He just wanted to get rid of Hilda as fast as he possibly could. Hilda knew that there was only no way to stay alive now... Unexpectedly, as she had almost given up, a quick and acrobatic figure sneaked into the café from outside the door. It clung onto the assassin's tall body like a smart and nimble monkey. The assassin let out a groan as soon as both of them had brief contact with each other. His whole body trembled uncontrollably as he loosened his grip around Hilda's neck completely. Hilda, whose eyes almost rolled back was finally saved.