Assassin Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Daisy, let me do you the honor of killing you." I remained frozen in terror, hoping against hope that someone would arrive soon. Assassin's POV I took a step forward, my voice taking on a menacingly gentle tone. "Daisy, please now. Don't do this to me. I think I'm falling in love with you.” "Daisy, how about I help you donate your blood after I kill you? You'll be doing the world a good deed, don't you think?" I said. I paused, a twisted grin spreading across my face. "But no, I won't do that. I'll sell it instead and make a huge sum of money."

"I love trying new things. An innocent young woman like her is exactly my favorite. Of course, a mature stunner like Mabel is also very much to my liking. I'm sure having both of them in bed together would be an entirely different experience, it would be a mix of two extremes and I'd probably die from pleasure! "Haha, I can hardly wait anymore. For the sake of my happiness, you'd better hurry up!" Harry had already planned everything, after forcing Woody to cripple his own martial arts aura, he would take him along to the hotel. He wanted Woody to kneel at the door and watch as he had sex with Mabel and Penny. He wanted to satisfy his twisted psychological desires! Mabel lashed out, "Harry,

Then Peter suddenly became serious, with a touch of playful mystery, and began sharing an interesting story from recent events. "You know," he said, "I recently had something quite amusing happen. A kid, probably around twenty, suddenly appeared in front of me, trying to assassinate me." His tone was light, as if he were recounting a joke. Harry was taken aback for a moment, then asked with curiosity, “And then? Did you just let him go? Is that even possible?”

Assassins were trained never to have feelings or get attached to their targets, but this man here was way worse than an assassin. He was a beast. My hatred for him grew stronger. I suddenly lost my appetite and rudely dropped the cutlery. “Excuse me, I need to go somewhere,” I said as I stood up without hesitation and walked out of the booth, leaving him to enjoy his meal. I walked out of the restaurant and decided to ditch his guards, going through the back exit. I didn't want to get a cab, so I decided to walk around for some time, and that was how I ended up in an unknown neighborhood.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

he whispered with a worried look while she was angry and frustrated. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he continued to apologize to her, not wanting to ever let go. She sighed heavily as she relaxed her body. "I'm alive, Eros," she whispered while she heard him crying and his tears falling on her shoulders. ELLAINE seemed to be bursting with anger and frustration when she heard the news. She has eyes and ears everywhere, especially around the man she's obsessed with. "How dare that assassin deceive me!" she screamed, banging her table. The world around her seemed to be against her plans.

Arthur "This is ridiculous!" Harry exclaimed. "You do realize that you almost lost her life, because of some real girl, don't you?" I didn't answer him. I was aware of what happened and I knew the risks involved when I followed the girl. Granted, I didn't know that I would be assassinated, but there were always risks involved. Everywhere. He was being unreasonable by assuming that following the girl was what made that man shoot an arrow at me. He could've done it even as I was walking around and inspecting the whole place.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.