Assassin Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Save that bullshit for some rookie who'll swallow it. Not me. You're one of the best assassins breathing, Raven. With top-tier training. I've seen you end a man with a goddamn paperclip without blinking. Thigh holsters, ring blades, poison lipstick. You could've garroted him mid-fuck and walked away whistling. But no. You've lost the plot entirely. Sleeping with the man you're supposed to kill. The man who murdered your sister." "Fuck you," I whispered, the words hitting like a gut punch. He was right. Brutally, painfully right. I'd forgotten—pushed Haley's ghost so far back under the weight of Dominic's touch, his growls and that insane chemistry. It took Olek shoving it in my face to snap

shouted the man as he tightened his grip on my hair. That hurts so much! Just wait, I'll beat you up when I figure out how to time it so that Dum doesn't notice anything. Damn it! I need to assist him. I don't want anything to happen to him. But I know he can handle battling the other person, despite how strong he appears to be. " Are you from Assassination Society?" I murmured in question to the man who was holding me. "How could you know?" the man questioned, astonished. "Hmmm.... secret, that's confidential bastard," I answered, and I smacked his foot with my own, causing him to cry out in pain.

I said dryly. Harry grabbed the assistant’s waist. This caused her eyes to widen and a light layer of pink to stain her cheeks, freezing her in place. Then he lowered his hand to the curve of her butt and slapped it, hard. “Hmm… I’ll want some of this later.” He spoke with a degenerate face no one could take away. While he continued stroking it, he didn’t take his eyes off mine. Disgusted to see this situation, I told him, “Oh, please! Can’t you be more of a pig? Leave her alone, you fucking sick bastard!”

she replied before biting her lower lip. headmaster Harriet could see how upset the assassin was in front of her but she simply smiled and told her to follow her. They entered a room. There were two beds with the other occupied with a bed-ridden assassin. Just like Headmaster Harriet, she had bandages on her face and with the little light inside, it was hard for Emery to recognize her.

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.